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have otherwise.
    She looked down just as he turned his face up
to her, his cheek against her stomach. His dark eyes glowed gold
within his lashes, almost like a tiger’s would. He smiled so
sweetly and yet so wryly that her heart felt momentarily
uncomfortable. He knew how impractical their attraction was. Her
hand had fallen to his hair and was stroking it. It was hard not to
notice his was silkier than hers.
    “This is liable to be fast,” he warned
humorously.
    “Then I guess we’ll have to do it more than
once.”
    “Good. I don’t want to hear any nonsense
about us getting this out of our systems.”
    That startled her. She had been thinking
along those lines. He distracted her by grinning, after which he
yanked her worn denim jeans and panties all the way down her legs.
Since he wasn’t able to kiss them, his hands claimed the honor of
admiring her naked calves. He smoothed his touch from their
shifting muscles to the back of her knees, where the warmth and
sensitivity of his palms did amazing things to places he wasn’t
close to touching.
    Evina wondered if he had a roadmap to every
woman’s erogenous zones. He certainly seemed to be taking a tour of
hers. The energy with which the nerves in her clit were jumping
completely unnerved her.
    “Are my legs all you’re interested in?” she
asked tartly.
    He snorted out a laugh. “I’d remind you
patience is a virtue, but as it happens, I’m not feeling virtuous
myself.”
    He proved it by rising so awkwardly his elbow
thumped the wall.
    “The room is padded,” she pointed out when he
cursed softly.
    “It’s small ,” he countered.
    “So am I,” she teased.
    His eyes locked onto hers like lasers. In
spite of his clear good humor, the predatory lowering of his brows
caused her to shudder erotically. Cream trickled from her, filling
the space with scent. Nate’s nostrils flared, one hand moving
between them.
    To her surprise, he wasn’t aiming for her
sex. Quicker with his trousers than she’d been, he lowered his
zipper with a spine-tingling rasp. Evina’s pride couldn’t prevent
her from starting to pant like him.
    “Touch me,” he ordered.
    No one ordered her. Not at work and
not in bed. Her head spun from his male scent, different from what
she was used to but apparently effective at calling to her
sexually. In truth, the differences made him call to her harder.
Evina couldn’t remember being this desperate to do the deed
before.
    “You want me to touch your cock?” she asked,
the question soft and breathy.
    He took her wrist and placed her hand over
him. Though he wasn’t rough about it, she wasn’t certain she could
have resisted. She wanted to touch him too badly and—oh—his cock
was silky. His skin burned beneath the curve of her fingers, the
pulsing of his flesh too exciting not to savor.
    “Touch it all over,” he instructed. “Dig me
out of my jockstrap.”
    Feeling odd for being so biddable, she freed
him from the stretchy cotton. With her second hand, she eased out
his testicles. They were tight and full, their skin roughened by
light hair. Her fingers had their own cleverness. She played with
his sac enough to have him biting back swear words.
    Then she dragged both her hands up his long
hard shaft.
    He watched her do it, his head hanging
helplessly. The tip of him was wet, luring her thumbs to massage
the moisture around his crest. Under the rim seemed worth getting
slick, and that killing spot on the throat. Nate seemed to like
when she worked pressure into that.
    She treated him as if he weren’t breakable
either.
    “God,” he gasped as she returned to his tip
for more lubrication. She pushed across his hole until he
shuddered. “God, Evina.”
    “Take me now,” she said, judging he’d give
in.
    He looked at her. Lust had burned away his
sadness and his humor, narrowing his focus to her alone. Tension
caught in her throat as he lifted her by the rear again. Her legs
bare, she gripped his waist with her thighs,