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stretched over her head. The satin gown slithered beneath her, rising up
to expose her legs.
    His eyes
traveled over her body, lingering on her exposed skin, on her arms, her neck.
The gown pulled across her breasts and she drew a deep breath, arching her back
for him, the heat of his gaze searing her skin. His eyes slid over the satin
and Leila’s lips parted as she drew another breath.
    “God, you’re
beautiful.” His voice was low, rough, his words triggering a flush of heat
through her body. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand on her thigh, moving
up slowly, pulling the gown with his hand, exposing more of her leg. Leila slid
her foot up along the sheet, her knee bending, the satin falling against his
hand. Moving slightly, she rubbed her leg slowly against his arm, the warmth of
his skin radiating through the cotton shirt he wore. With a start she realized
it was the same shirt—or one very similar—to the one he’d given her
that afternoon.
    His hand rested
on her hip, his fingers tensing slightly against her body, then moving slowly
toward the inside of her thigh. He slid his hand slowly across her stomach,
low, brushing across the mound at the apex of her thighs.
    A deep shudder
coursed through Leila’s body, and she let out the breath she’d been holding.
His face was turned as he watched the course of his hand and she took in his
profile, the half-closed eyes, his lips, now parted slightly. She was
momentarily captivated by his beautiful neck, the strong column of muscle
running from behind his ear and going down, disappearing into the open neck of
his shirt. She had the overwhelming desire to run her tongue along his skin, taste
him, feel the full heat of his body.
    He turned and
looked at her, his eyes meeting hers, and she melted under his gaze. As he bent
forward, Leila swallowed reflexively. He was going to kiss her and for a moment,
she was filled with a giddy rush of excitement, like teenager awaiting her
first kiss. But this was no teenager sitting beside her, not in the least.
    He drew closer
and Leila closed her eyes. She felt the warmth of his breath on her cheek, the
bed shifting under his weight as he took his hand away from her hip, resting it
on the bed beside her. Her heart beat faster, her breath coming in shallow
gasps, the rest of her body utterly still as she waited.
    His lips brushed
against hers with a softness that surprised her, moving over hers, the pressure
slowly increasing but still holding back, tantalizingly just out of reach. Leila
tilted her chin up, seeking more contact and for a moment he held still, his
lips barely touching hers, teasing her. Then they slid down to her cheek and
she felt him smile against her skin.
    “There is no
rush. We have all night.” He breathed the words against her skin and she blew
out a small sigh.
    “Relax.” His
lips were hot against her neck, his tongue slipping along the curve of her jaw.
Leila realized she was clutching the sheet with her fingers, her body almost
rigid with anticipation. She drew a breath and let it out, relaxing her hands,
letting the tension seep out of her body.
    “I want you to
kiss me.” Her own words surprised her. She’d never asked for anything sexually
from any man. But the power in asking sent a rush through her.
    “I will.
Believe me, you’ll be kissed.” His words were murmured against her shoulder, something
she felt more than heard. He raised his head, his face catching the light of
the candle.
    “You’ll be
kissed like you were meant to be kissed.” He reached up to cradle her face with
one hand. “Like you’ve never been kissed before.”
    He held her
gaze, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark with passion. Heat rushed through Leila,
settling low in her belly. She reached for him, her hand caressing his cheek.
At her touch he turned his head, gently nipping at the palm of her hand with
his teeth.
    The sensation
was immediate and intense, an electric tingle running down her arm. She gasped
and he