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did you have in mind?” she asked as the elevator doors opened and they stepped into the hallway, any drowsiness quickly morphing into arousal and anticipation.
    “ Oh, I don’ t know,” he drawled, his arm twined with hers as they strolled slowly toward their suite. “ We didn’ t have dessert with dinner so maybe we should order something sweet from room service.”
    They stopped in front of their door and he fitted the key card into the lock, waiting for the light to flash green.
    “ Strawberries and champagne?” he suggested, holding the door open for her. “ I could nibble juice from your chin and trickle champagne into your navel. Or hot fudge sundaes. I understand chocolate sauce tastes even better licked off a beautiful woman’ s naked flesh.”
    If she hadn’ t been turned on before, the mental images he was creating certainly aroused her. She shivered as she thought of his tongue scraping along her skin, of chocolate and ice cream mixing with passion in her mouth as he kissed her after cleaning them from her body.
    “ So what will it be?” he asked when she was halfway across the room. “ Dessert or straight to bed?”
    His voice sounded farther away than she’ d expected, and she turned to find him leaning against the wall, just a few steps past the closed and locked door. His arms were crossed over his chest, one leg cocked over the other at the ankle.
    One glimpse of him standing there, looking so casually relaxed yet so intensely masculine, and she knew there was no way she’ d be sleeping tonight. At least not anytime soon.
    But that didn’ t mean she couldn’ t have a little fun with him first.
    “ I’ d like to go straight to bed,” she said, feigning a yawn that a few minutes ago would have been real. Reaching up to remove the pins from her hair, she watched the air of confidence seep from his expression, the cockiness disappear from the firm set of his stance. His reaction amused her, but she didn’ t tease him for long.
    Shaking her head and letting the long strands of her hair fall to the middle of her back, she added, “ With the strawberries, champagne and a hot fudge sundae. With nuts on top, please.”
    She turned on her heel and sashayed toward the bedroom, but not before she saw the wide, positively predatory grin that spread across his face. It wouldn’ t have surprised her if he’ d pushed away from the wall and sprung on her like some sleek jungle beast. A part of her even wished he’ d do just that.
    They would fall to the floor right where she was standing in a tangle of limbs, his heavy frame pinning her down. Clothes would be torn off, tossed away or left in tatters. Mouths and hands would be everywhere. They would come together fast, hot, frantically, the carpet leaving them scraped and raw.
    And it would all be worth it.
    She almost whimpered at the very idea, moist heat pooling between her legs, making her weak in the knees. She bit her lip, wondering what she might do to make it happen.
    But in the end, she couldn’ t think of anything that felt right. She wasn’ t used to seducing handsome men, let alone devising a plan to get one to attack her.
    So she settled for simply lifting her hands to the back of her neck and unhooking the single strap of her dress. The two pieces of material fell, an arm across her breasts the only thing keeping her from being completely bare.
    “ You will bring everything into the bedroom when it gets here, won’ t you?” she asked as seductively as she could manage. Then, without waiting for an answer, she stepped into the other room and closed the door behind her.
    Her heart was beating a mile a minute. She’ d never done anything like that before— taunted a man, tried to work him into a lather and lure him into bed.
    And now she would have to deliver. At the speed of light, she raced around the room, undressing. She kicked her shoes off so they each flew in different directions. Her dress fell to the floor and she opened the