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folding.”
    “Really?” he asked with obvious interest. “Do you have underwear in the pile?”
    She frowned. “Why?”
    “I told you once, rather than paw through your drawers, I’d like to see you wear some of your things. What would you say to a fashion show?”
    “Oh yes, I remember now.” His arms were around her waist. She leaned back, their hips pressed firmly together. Her hands smoothed the front of his shirt. “A fashion show, huh?” She tipped her head slightly and smiled. “That could be interesting, don’t you think?”
    “That’s exactly what I think.”
    “Have a beer and watch some television. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

 
    Chapter Six
     
     
     
    He turned from the TV when he heard her say his name, and he almost dropped his beer. She walked into the room. He was having a problem with his breathing. “Jesus,” he muttered on a breathless gasp.
    She giggled a soft, tinkling sound as his gaze flickered over her. “Damn, lady, don’t laugh like that. I’m finding it hard enough to breathe.”
    She bit her lips, holding back the need to laugh. “If you don’t blink, you’re going to hurt your eyes.”
    He took a deep breath. “Forget about my eyes. My heart’s racing like I just finished a marathon. Why didn’t I expect you’d look this good?”
    “You like red?”
    Slowly, he came to his feet and shook his head, his gaze moving over her. “I never thought much about it until now, but it seems I’m particularly partial to the color when it’s on you.”
    He moved toward her. “Lacy bra and thong, all of it see-thru. Am I in heaven?” He narrowed his gaze a bit and asked in mock suspicion, “Are you trying to seduce me?”
    She allowed a low, sultry laugh. “Trying? I think I already have.”
    “You’re gorgeous.”
    “So, tell me what you think? Should I try on another set?”
    “No,” he said as he ran an index finger from her shoulder down her chest to follow the edge of the bra then over the soft, plump flesh that swelled above it. “You can show me another tomorrow.” He shook his head, knowing she was about to remind him of her hours. “We won’t take long. I promise you’ll get plenty of sleep. Damn, this is too perfect.”
    He guided her closer to his tall, lean form. “I love the way you fit against me. What do you think?”
    She smiled. “I think I wasted my time. You can’t see anything if I’m standing this close.”
    “The reason you’re standing this close is because I saw you,” he said just before his mouth lowered to tease her lips.
    For long moments, he played with her mouth. “God,” he groaned with a shiver of raw lust. “You smell delicious and taste even better.”
    “Better than my soup?” she teased.
    He gave a weary sigh. “You ask a lot of a man, Lexie, but yes, even better than your soup.”
    She laughed.
    “Let’s sit on your couch, so I can touch you while we talk.”
    Hand in hand, they moved toward her couch. “What do you want to talk about?”
    “You and sex.”
    She flashed him a smile. “Mmm, that sounds promising.”
    He sat and guided her to straddle his lap. “I think so, especially if we’re having sex, while we talk about having sex. Tell me where you want me to touch you.”
    “I think I’ve told you, just by wearing this set.”
    Ignoring her remark, he asked, “Is it here?” Thanks to the transparency of the bra, his heavy fingers ran directly over her nipples. His nails scraped against the growing hardness there and brought Lexie’s soft gasp.
    She trembled at the roughness of his touch and managed to garner just enough strength to murmur a soft, “Yes, there.”
    She was opening his shirt as he reached behind her. He smiled as he found it in front. And smiled again in appreciation as he unhooked the narrow band of material between her breasts. The fabric sort of sprung away and her breasts, heavy and round, burst forward, bouncing before him.
    He groaned his delight at the movement and