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bedroom, he closed
the door behind him.
    "You don't let him in
here?"
    He shook his head.
"Performing under his critical eye seems something I don't need to subject
either of us to."
    "Good decision." She
gasped when he tossed her on the bed, then she gasped again as he straddled her.
    He pushed up her dress so it
gathered above her breasts, revealing the wisp of her panties and her bra. Then
he lowered one lacy cup of her bra, revealing a raspberry tip he couldn't help
but lick.
    She arched up into him, spearing
her fingers in his hair as though she wanted to keep him close forever. Wishful
thinking on his part, most likely, but he'd work on it.
    Sitting up, he surveyed his
handiwork. She lay flushed and panting under him.
    It was enough to drive a man to
distraction. Sitting back on his haunches, he took his coat off and slowly
unbuttoned his shirt. "I like looking at you like this."
    "I feel wanton." Her
gaze fell to his chest, and she bit her lower lip.
    "You feel perfect." He
shoved his shirt off and undid his belt buckle.
    She tugged her dress.
"Should I take this off?"
    "Leave it. It's like
Christmas. I like to unwrapped my gifts at a leisurely pace."
    "I've never been called a
gift before."
    "You're the best gift I've
ever gotten." He shifted to take his pants off, extracting a condom from
the pocket before tossing them aside. She watched him carefully as he slid it on,
and her gaze heated him as surely as her touch.
    Her legs wrapped around his
waist, trying to get the hard part of him closer to the softest part of her.
    He obliged, pressing himself to
her center, to the lace that covered her moist heat. Unable to take a moment
longer, he pushed her underwear aside and slid all the way into her.
    Just like the first time, and
every time since, she felt like a glove—a velvety perfect fit, holding
him tight. He closed his eyes, trying to reign in his control.
    She ran her hands over his chest,
pulling him down and rubbing herself against him. "This feels good."
    "An understatement."
    "Yes." She bit her lip
and threw her head back.
    He ran his mouth along the column
of her neck. She smelled perfect. She felt perfect, writhing under him. He
reached his hands under her arse and held her to him.
    He'd planned on taking it slow,
but that idea was doomed from the moment he kissed her. So he took her in the
most elemental way he'd ever bedded a woman—a frenzy of need and
desperation and passion so strong he lay dazed in its wake.
    He felt her climbing to climax,
her body coiling under his. He held her arms over her head with one of his
hands and drove into her, dying to feel the clench of her desire. He ran his
hand down her body, between them, touching her in that perfect spot.
    She cried out his name, and he
felt her grip him inside her as she burst into pleasure. Just like that, she
took him over the edge with her, a dizzying mélange of pleasure so intense he
thought he might die.
    Fortunately he didn't. He collapsed
half on her, half off so he wouldn't crush her. Neither could speak, they
breathed so heavily.
    Still holding her arm over her
head, Colin laced his fingers with hers. He felt her hesitate the tiniest
moment before she squeezed his hand and nestled closer to him.
    He held her there, close to his
heart, and all he could think was that this was the best thing ever. Better
even than lemon cake, and that was saying something. "Come away with me
next weekend," he said.
    She lifted her head. "Next
weekend?"
    "You and me. To Bath."
    The way she looked at him he
thought she was going to turn him down. He braced himself for rejection when
she smiled and said, "Okay."
    "Okay," he repeated
with a smile.

     

Chapter Eleven
     
     
    It was all Colin could do to keep
the car on the road, he was so jittery.
    Leilani sat next to him, calmly
answering emails on her phone. How she could be so cool and collected, he had
no idea. But then she didn't know what he was planning to do this weekend.
    Mel would have called it a