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taken each other, on the floor.
    Natalie had surrendered without a second thought, just as she’d surrendered in the elevator a few seconds ago.
    “Now, I’ll kiss you,” Chance said as he pressed his body more fully against hers.
    But she didn’t have to be Natalie. Tonight, she could be Rachel. Despite that her body was heating, melting against his, she avoided his mouth at the last moment. Her voice was breathless when she said, “Not yet. Turnabout’s fair play. Now it’s my turn to touch you.”
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    BEMUSED, CHANCE STEPPED back and then followed Natalie into the sitting room of the suite.
    “Ahhh. Mirrors. Just what I need.” There was a wicked gleam in her eyes when she turned to face him.
    Chance studied her for a moment. The woman in the elevator had been the Natalie who’d haunted his dreams for three months. He would have bet his life on it. But the woman who’d driven him crazy in the car and the woman facing him now was “Rachel.” And he wanted her just as much.
    He moved toward her, cupped a hand at the back of her neck. “I want you now.”
    She placed a hand on his chest with just enough pressure to preserve the distance between them. “You can have me. But what’s the rush?”
    His eyebrows rose. “You were in a hurry in the car.”
    She smiled up at him. “What happened in the elevator sort of took the edge off for me.”
    He increased the pressure on the back of her neck, and she moved closer so that her body was in contact with his.
    “It only built the pressure for me.”
    “Yes, I can feel that. But I do have a solution.”

    He felt his heart quicken against her palm, saw her eyes darken when she felt its rapid beat, too. She slipped a finger beneath the top button of his shirt and freed it. “You’re going to enjoy what I’m going to do to you. I promise.”
    Chance felt his mind begin to cloud as she continued to unbutton his shirt. Each time her fingers brushed against his skin, ribbons of heat fanned out across his skin. She pushed the shirt off of his shoulders and it slid to the floor.
    “I wanted to do this right in front of everyone at Sophie Wainwright’s party.”
    And she very nearly had, Chance recalled. Her hands were spread out along his waist now, and with her thumbs touching, she drew them upward over his ribs until they were resting just at the bottom of his rib cage.
    “Watch what I’m doing in the mirror.”
    He could do that. His arms were beginning to feel heavy, but he could still move his eyes.
    She rubbed her palms over his nipples and he sucked in a breath.
    “You like that,” she murmured as she did it again.
    He felt his nipples harden. Her skin was so fair against the darker color of his. And the sensation—
    “Let’s try this.” Leaning forward, she moistened one nipple and then the other with her tongue. “I love your taste,” she murmured then repeated the process.
    His breath was backed up in his lungs or he would have told her to stop this torture now…or never.
    She wrapped her arms around him, slipped her hands beneath the waistband of his trousers and dug her nails into his hips as she began to suckle, first on one nipple and then the other.
    When he felt the scrape of her teeth, Chance groaned. What was she doing to him? He’d desired her before. And the strength of that desire had made him reckless and rough. But what she was doing to him now made him weak. No other woman had made him feel this way. Fear mixed with a need so deep that he felt paralyzed.
    “You still have too many clothes on,” she murmured.
    In the wall of mirrors, he watched her move around him. Her tongue stroked lightly on the skin at the back of his neck, then trailed a damp path down his spine. His skin felt icy and hot at the same time. He couldn’t think, could barely breathe as he watched her strip him of his belt and send his trousers to the floor. Next she removed his briefs. Then she moved around so that she was facing him again.
    More than anything