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power. If nothing else, given her lingerie, she had the element of surprise.
    Shooting him a daring stare, raking her gaze over his naked, bronzed chest, Kerry kicked aside her sandals. She hesitated only a fraction of a second before she reached for the bottom of her T-shirt.
    “You’re wearing them now?” His hot stare drilled into her composure.
    Biting her lip, she nodded.
    “Even better.” Rafe smiled like a man contemplating a whole lot of sin. “Go on.”
    Feeling a flush crawl up her neck, Kerry grabbed the hem of her T-shirt again, eased it over her head, and flung it away. Instantly, the refrigerated air whisked over her heated skin, cascaded over her nipples. He could nearly see them, Kerry knew, peeking over the top of the sheer lace black demibra that all but presented her breasts like an offering.
    The smug smile slid off Rafe’s face. He stilled, gaze fixed and intent, then sat up. The sheet dropped to his hips, revealing the ripple of hard abs . . . and barely covering the rest of his remarkable equipment.
    The bold appreciation in his stare made her forget the fact she stood half-naked before a virtual stranger, forget everything but him. His rapt body language replaced nerves with confidence. And unexpected liberation. The harder he stared, the more arousal tightened in her belly, heating her in every place suddenly aching for his touch. Her heart pounded like a heavy metal drummer out of control. Her panties . . . How could a man’s mere stare make them so damp? Kerry had never imagined that getting naked on command would flip her switch. Apparently, it did.
    “Damn, woman.”
    “Problem?” She feigned innocence, her self-assurance growing.
    “No problem at all, babe,” he whispered. “I love a woman with real thighs, instead of twigs.”
    Kerry felt as if she were glowing, as if she were enormously beautiful, not the woman who had grumbled about her hips while struggling into her size twelve shorts.
    Suddenly, his mischievous smile returned. “The rest, please.”
    At his prompt, she reached for the snap at her shorts with trembling hands, their gazes fused in heat. A pool of desire swirled low in Kerry’s belly, trickling down between her thighs as she eased down the zipper, the rasp of the metal teeth like a crescendo in the silence punctuated by her aroused breaths. The merest slice of those black panties appeared. His pupils dilated. Oh, she had his rapt attention. Her confidence—and her arousal—soared.
    High on the surge of her feminine power, Kerry slid the shorts down the curve of her hips with an exaggerated wriggle. The denim caressed her thighs, then stopped in a heap at her feet.
    She wore only sheer black undergarments, which hid absolutely nothing, and a brazen smile.
    Her heartbeat pounded as perspiration gathered between her breasts, thrust together by the deceptively sturdy lace bra. And Rafe’s expression . . . hot, unblinking, intent. It alone made her melt. What would happen when he actually touched her?
    “And that delectable little bra now . . .” he prompted, motioning with long, dark fingers.
    Kerry’s heart chugged faster as she reached behind her, torn between a new attack of her nerves and sharp arousal. One, two . . . The hooks came undone, the bra fell forward. By some instinct, she caught the cups in her hands, barely covering her breasts.
    Rafe’s chest rose and fell a bit more rapidly. He leaned forward until he came to his knees on the mattress, exposing a lean hip, the top of a muscular thigh. His gaze was now melded onto her. For a moment, Kerry closed her eyes but the stark appreciation in Rafe’s stare burned its way into her brain, scorched a path from her belly to her vagina. He wanted her—no question. In a fierce, reckless way, she wanted him, too, more than she ever would’ve imagined possible, given the circumstances. Arousal thickened inside her, dampening herblack panties. Was it having a man of his size and power at her