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words to seducing her with them. From the first time she’d met him and further observed him, she’d gotten the feeling he was a perfectionist and there was no doubt in her mind that fetish would extend to his lovemaking.
    And she could pretty much guarantee he was experienced with women. With his reputation she didn’t have to wonder. Bottom line, the man was hot, he was lethal and she had a feeling before it was all over, he would set her on fire.
    His hands went to his zipper and she followed the movement with a tight breath. The hands that were lowering his zipper were strong, knowledgeable. And when, moments later, he eased his pants down his legs leaving his body confined in a pair of black briefs, she released a moan.
    And when he inched those briefs down his thighs she thought she would pass out. The man was so well-endowed she automatically licked her lips in deep appreciation. She could only stare, take it all in, every impressive inch of him. The head of his penis was huge, hard and so powerfully male she could feel her body ache. And she could feel her body doing something else as well. She was getting wet, right there in her center just from looking at him and wondering how he planned to use that part of his body on her. And he would. She was certain about that.
    Then as she continued to watch, he pulled out a drawer to his nightstand, reached inside and took out a condom, which he proceeded to put on. He glanced up, met her gaze. His mouth curled into a sexy smile, and then he was moving, coming back toward the bed and she knew she was about to experience passion to a degree she’d never known before.

Chapter 7
     
    H e had to have her. Now.
    Eli had planned to draw it out, ply her with foreplay of the most intense kind. But after seeing her lying on his bed in such a tempting position while watching him prepare himself for her, he couldn’t wait any longer.
    And she was lying there waiting, as calm as she pleased, when she probably ought to be running down the stairs and out the door as fast as those gorgeous legs could carry her. He’d never wanted a woman to this degree before and wasn’t sure to what extent his control would last.
    He didn’t want to rush things but he intended to show her the real meaning of excitement even if it killed him. He would make sure she got her pleasure many times over before he would even attempt to get his. He stopped walking when his knee touched the bed.
    “Come here.”
    His breath lodged in his chest as he watched her ease up in a fluid movement and inch toward him. When she was close enough, he reached out and gently hooked a hand behind her neck to bring her mouth closer to his. Then he lowered his own and kissed her the way he’d wanted to do that other day. He was devouring her, leaving no inch untouched. In putting everything he had into it, he was getting affected by the kiss as well. This kiss was deep and it was touching a place inside of him no other kiss had visited.
    Then he broke off the kiss, leaned in toward her chest and caught a nipple into his mouth. He smiled at the way it easily slid between his lips. He tugged on it, sucked it deeply, laved it with his tongue then sucked on it some more. He heard her moan, felt the sound in every part of his body and it nearly made him come then and there. But this wasn’t about him. He intended to make it all about her.
    Moments later he pulled his mouth away and eased her backward onto the bed. He leaned over and lifted her leg to his lips and began kissing it, working his way from her toes up toward her center. His tongue was licking and laving its way up her leg and enjoying the taste of her smooth skin along the way.
    She had tilted her head up to look at him. He knew how she was feeling by the way her breath was being forced in and out of her lungs. And her dark eyes were glazed with a degree of desire that was affecting his mind. It was desire that he reciprocated in every part of his body.
    He