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into my eyes.
    I sigh. “Mostly surprised. I thought I felt one way leaving dinner--secure, I guess. Now I feel like you’re out of reach.”
    “I promise you, I have not lied to you, and there’s nothing going on behind your back. I still want the same things. I still feel the same about you. Are you out of reach?” He slides closer to me and puts his arm around my shoulder. We’re so close I can feel the heat from his body searing me.
    “Nathan, I have some trust issues. Ones that I’m not proud of. A cold blade to the heart will do that to you. So, these feelings can easily come to the surface, and I’ll have to work on that too.” My confession leaves me feeling exposed.
    Trust is not easily given, yet what has he really done wrong besides have a past? He’s an incredible man. Women would throw themselves at him, including me. At least he wants to see if this can go somewhere.
    “I need complete honesty, Nathan. Just promise me you’ll always be truthful. I don’t want to get hurt.”
    His eyes burn into mine, and he buries his hand in my hair. Our bodies touch.
    “The last thing I want to do is hurt you, Bryer.” He runs the back of his hand over my collarbone. His fingertips linger on the square neckline of my dress, and his eyes never leave mine. “I’ve never put myself out there in this way.”
    “You’re worried I’ll hurt you?” I sound as surprised as I feel. “I’ll take care of you.”
    He slides so close I can smell that now familiar clean scent, and it’s overwhelming.
    My inhibitions collapse while the heat between my legs ignites. How will I survive him touching me? He leans over and places a small kiss between my exposed cleavage, and while he lingers, his hot breath sizzles my skin, zipping straight to my sex. I feel his wet, warm tongue slide between my breasts and I can’t hold back a moan any longer.
    He smiles against my chest.
    “I need your mouth on mine,” he growls, taking both of my hands and pulling me closer.
    Our lips meet and the kiss is hungry. When his tongue slides over my lower lip, I take that as a green light to play. His mouth tastes of wine, and I can’t fight the sharp rush of desire as he kisses me senseless.
    As I’m sucking on his tongue, he gives a low growl. Slowly he moves away, and with his hands buried in my hair, he looks me in the eyes and whispers, “Now, repeat after me: I want to be your sex slave.”
    My head rolls back as laughter consumes me. “Funny is the new sexy.” Who knew humor would be such a turn on? Game on. I ache for him in every way.
    And the mood shifts again.
    “Stand” he commands.
    Oh, God, that’s intoxicating . It takes a moment to register due to my lust fog, but I rally my thoughts. He stands and holds his hand out for mine, and I reach out and take it. After he helps me up, we press together for a moment before he slides down to his knees. I tremble and wonder if this is a good idea.
    He looks up at me, revealing baby blues filled with hot passion and longing. There’s no possible way I could deny him, or myself. No woman could.
    He slowly slides my dress up my thighs.
    “Oh God,” I moan.
    The dress clings to my body as it glides to my waist. When it slides up over my pink lace panties, Nathan stares at them.
    “You’re so sexy, Bryer.”
    He plays with the lace, running his finger along the top edge of the lace, prolonging the sweet torture. Then slides the panties down my legs.
    Oh Jesus.
    “Lift,” he whispers.
    The lingerie tangles in my high heel fuck-me shoes and he has to tug them off. I’m grateful I don’t tumble over from the force.
    “Sit,” he commands.
    I look at him beneath my lashes as I lower myself to the couch.
    “Spread your legs, baby.”
    “Nathan, you’re killing me,” I whimper.
    I try to breathe as my head falls back. Knowing what’s to come makes me anxious to feel those lips and tongue on me.
    He plays around the edges of my sex, his tongue teasing me, and I feel like