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lemon. The fire in her veins roared over her as he opened for her. His hot breath mingled with hers, and suddenly, she was tugging at the remainder of his clothes with a determined vengeance. Charlie pushed away from the wall and circled his arms around her waist, drawing her lower body to his to trap her fingers between the flat of her stomach and his erect penis.
     
    Their tongues mated, tasted, explored. Charlie’s hands traveled up Roxie’s relaxed spine, along the soft leather and into her lustrous hair. He loved the scent, the wildness, yet the tameness of her. Her secretiveness added a forbidden spice to her, to that kiss, and he indulged himself, careful not to pull on her tresses. She was giving herself to him, and for now, there was nothing else that mattered, even the danger of Rowter. Here, in his house, the man wouldn’t be able to get to her. He’d have to get through Charlie first.
     
    Inwardly, Roxie sighed with enjoyment. This kiss was the most spectacular ever, she decided, extricating her fingers from between their bodies. Too bad she wouldn’t be able to hold onto him. He was quite the catch—for a society girl, which she’d ceased being the moment she’d fled from her father’s bodyguards. Precious freedom meant more to her than anything else she could have wanted, and to make love to Charlie brought forth the exhilaration of being free of prying eyes.
    She cupped Charlie’s silk-clad buttocks in her palms, lifting him higher against her belly. He heaved a deep groan into her mouth. Their hot breath mingled, sending a ripple of pleasure down into her yearning center. Her breasts ached with an unaccustomed ferocity that left her puzzled. What was Charlie doing to her that no man had done before? A simple caress left her breathless, panting for more. This once she’d satisfy herself as she’d yearned to do since her days of freedom had begun.
    His fingers disentangled from her hair, and he drew away. “I want you. Do you want me?”
    Roxie felt certain he was asking, as a gentleman would, to ensure he wasn’t confusing her signals. She snorted, an act she’d learned from Eileen. “If I cross four lanes of heavy traffic and almost get killed in the process, do you think it was just because I thought you needed a cold drink?”
    Charlie grunted but kept his hungry eyes focused on her face. Under his scrutiny, she felt a feminine thrill ride through her.
    “I didn’t think my great comfort was on your mind.” He smiled good-naturedly. “More like you were hot for me.” A darting glance at her breasts, and he added, “Like I was for you, Roxie. Can I take you upstairs?”
    She laughed flirtatiously. “Charles Vernon, I thought you’d never ask.”
    He swept her into his arms and against his massive chest as if she were a rag doll, ran up the stairs from the foyer and into a corridor with many closed doors. After that, Roxie closed her eyes. She’d vowed so many times since she’d escaped her prison that she wouldn’t become angry when she saw crystal chandeliers, ornate wood molding and expensive furniture. She’d concentrate on Charlie. Once their lovemaking was done, she’d slip away into the night. As quietly as a woman could on a loud motorcycle, she amended, suppressing a chuckle.
    If Charlie had hopped on behind her, she’d have driven into the mountains and made love to him on the blanket she’d brought, but she hadn’t counted on the urgency of fulfilling her desires. Neither had she figured in that he was a stuffed shirt when it came to trying something new. She’d seen the quickly concealed horror in his eyes when she’d ridden up. She loved the excitement of owning her own bike, of revving up the engine and slipping in and out behind slow-moving vehicles on the freeway.
    She felt him kick a door open with the toe of his shoe and abruptly took in the scent of clean sheets, delicate flowers and Charlie’s lingering musky scent.
    “You can open your eyes now,” he