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against him, whimpering as she waited for the touch that would be magic. His fingers traced the lace along her thong, then rubbed gently across the satin right at the very heart of her. She shuddered in his arms, wanting more. He didn’t deprive her, sliding his thumb beneath the lace and dipping into the hot wetness before sliding up and over her clitoris.
    She cried out, legs and arms trembling. His open mouth claimed her breasts, his fingers stroked her, and within minutes she climaxed hard, shuddering beneath him, throwing her head back in triumph.
    Everything inside her turned weak with satisfaction, and she half-­opened her eyes, meeting his dark, smoldering gaze. He wasn’t languid but tense with his own need, his hands gripping her hips. She shoved hard on his chest and he fell back onto the soft carpet before the bare fireplace, bracing on his elbows. She rose to her feet over him, holding her full skirts high, feeling powerful and alluring as he caught a glimpse beneath.
    â€œDo you have a condom?” she asked. “I know I can find one in my room somewhere.”
    â€œIn my pocket. I wasn’t taking any chances. A sheriff is always prepared.”
    Grinning, she knelt down, straddling his thighs, letting her gown pool around her waist in red splendor. With both hands, she pulled his shirt apart, the pearl snaps opening in a long line. The hair was dark over his chest, arrowing down toward his jeans, and she let herself play, tweaking his nipples, tracing the curves of his abdominal muscles, bending to place little kisses wherever she could reach. His chest rose in almost a spasm whenever she touched him. Teasing him, she played with the zipper of his jeans, tight over his erection, then tugged it down slowly, only to leave it alone to reach into his pockets for a leisurely search.
    With a groan, he dropped back on the floor. When she found what she’d been looking for, together they tugged at his jeans. He arched his hips, and she saw the sleek way his muscles connected to prominent bones, then disappeared beneath his dark boxer briefs. She slid her fingers along his erection slowly, up and down, and they both watched what she did. She took a long time teasing him, still straddling his thighs, her skirt cascading all around them.
    â€œAmanda.” He said her name in a hoarse, desperate whisper.
    She smiled. “Now?”
    He gave a weak laugh. “Please now.”
    She slid off his thighs and was amazed at how quickly he removed the last of his clothes. She didn’t take the dress off. There was something about playing a character, being someone else that appealed to her tonight. She pushed him back on the floor and just looked at his nakedness, admiring every curve of muscle and the arousal that made her feel so wanted. She put the condom on him herself, enjoying the silky, hot hardness of him.
    And then she straddled his hips and lowered herself over him, gasping with pleasure when he filled her. Breathing hard, she sank until they were hip to hip, accepting his length.
    â€œAre you okay?” he asked.
    The fact that he could think about her when a guy was normally focused on pleasure—­well, that only made her feel even more special and important. And then she started to move, and it was as if they were born to work in sync. The pleasure suffused her again as his hands cupped her breasts and played with her. She leaned down to kiss him again, over and over, braced her arms on the floor and rode him, letting the sight of his nakedness arouse her as much as his hands caressing her flesh. Together they let passion rise up and consume them, until they moved faster, their bodies slick and heated. She reached orgasm again, letting it shudder over her, and as if he’d waited for her, he let go, grinding their hips together. She collapsed across his chest, breathing hard, her head pillowed against his neck. His arms folded around her, and it was heaven to be held