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deep breath. “Good. At least one of us isn’t frightened.”
    He was much too close and much too beautiful and the overwhelming power he exuded was so intensely arousing she could no more sustain her anger than she could walk away. “Flynn, please make love to me,” she whispered. “Please . .. I’m desperate for you—an aberration for me like your out-of-control feeling is for you. Do you think I make a habit of propositioning men I barely know? Do you think I make a habit of indiscretion? I’ve never walked from a room like that when everyone was watching, when everyone knew what we were going to do. I never even had the urge to do something so outrageous.” Covering his hands with hers, she leaned forward and brushed her lips over his. “Don’t make me wait,” she breathed. “I want to feel you inside me.”
    It was impossible to resist so ardent a plea. Coming to his feet, he helped her up and by sheer will restrained himself from having sex with her right there in the hallway. Taking her hand, he quickly guided her to his bedroom, shut the door, but stopped short of locking it. In his current rapacious mood, it wouldn’t be wise to lock himself in a room with her.
    She was trembling with need, and lifting his hands, he cupped her shoulders, intending to calm her. But his overwrought desires weren’t so easily curbed, and her warm flesh under his palms was a violent trigger to his lust. Inexorably, his fingers tightened on her shoulders.
    Her small cry should have stopped him.
    But he answered her with a low primal growl instead—an impossibly unnerving sound for a man who only amused himself with love. His hands abruptly dropped away. “Sorry about that,” he muttered, disconcerted at the frenzy she induced. He’d been playing at love too long to be wild and raging like this. Deliberately sliding his fingers under the decolletage of her gown, as though a familiar gesture would remind him this woman was no different from the rest, he said with deliberate mildness, “How does this come off?”
    “I’ll take it off later.” She began lifting her skirt.
    He brushed her hands away. “Take it off now.” He wasn’t interested in a quick fuck or so he told himself as though it was a measure of his self-control.
    She pouted, her dark gaze sullen. “I don’t want to wait.” “It won’t be for long. Buttons, hooks . . . what do we have here?”
    She was as imperious as he, as audacious, and she’d been living her own life for too long to play the docile maid. “Hooks,” she said, slipping her hands behind her back, gripping both sides of the gown closure, wrenching it apart with a quick jerk, ripping the hooks from the fragile silk. “There now,” she whispered, shoving the wrecked bodice down with a sweep of her hands, surprisingly corsetless beneath her gown. “Any more questions?”
    “Who put you in charge?” he whispered with the faintest of smiles, wondering how he was possibly going to last the night with this goddamned wild woman. He’d fuck his brains out by midnight.
    “I put myself in charge,” she said, smiling back, sliding her palms up his lapels, shoving him backward. “You’re too slow.” He came to a stop against a small chest and stood motionless for a few polite seconds. Then he captured her hands, forced them down, held them firmly at her sides. “You’re going to take a little getting used to,” he murmured, his gaze drifting downward to her lush breasts.
    “I know a good way to get to know each other.”
    He grinned. “I’ll bet you do.”
    “Are you really as dangerous as they say?” she purred, arching her back, flaunting her flamboyant, thrusting breasts.
    “Is that what you want?” Her nipples were hard and taut, the plump swell of her breasts perfect ripe globes, delectable, made to be sucked. Not that he needed any additional stimulus to his aching cock. “You want something dangerous?” he whispered, several lurid possibilities racing through his