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something like shyness…or a wildness she held under a tight control.
    He didn’t want control or shyness, he found. He wanted a wild, explosive need that matched the one raging through his blood like hot quicksilver.
    â€œJessica,” he said on a low groan, standing and pulling her up so their bodies fit together as perfectly as two inter-locking pieces carved from one branch.
    She was all soft, silky warmth in his hands. He rubbed his palms over her back, her hips.
    â€œYou remind me of a birch sprout,” he told her, encircling her waist with his hands, “so lean and supple in my hands I feel as if I should shape you into something special, something sensuous and delicate, yet strong and beautiful.”
    â€œYour own Pygmalion?”
    She smiled into his eyes. The lambent gleam dipped right down inside him. “You make me want to do things I haven’t thought about in a long time.”
    She slid her hands up his arms, then laid them on his shoulders, her fingers caressing him through his shirt and sending fireballs along his flesh. “Such as?” she asked, leaning her head back a bit so she could gaze at him.
    â€œForget work and responsibility.” He kissed her throat, finding the pulse that beat with a rapid flutter beneath her wonderfully soft skin. He licked the spot, then sucked lightly as if he thought of biting her at that vulnerable point. “Forget everything except the pleasure to be found in this.” He kissed down the center line between her breasts. “And this.”
    With his lips, he caressed the tip of her breast and felt it tighten through the thin fabric of the gown and robe. He wanted her naked and in his arms. Now.
    â€œI want to undress you, very slowly…very, very slowly,” he continued, “and explore all the hidden treasures I know are waiting under this blue froth of lace and silk, waiting just for me.”
    He felt a shiver run over her, then the gentle sway of her body against his, driving his lust like wind driving a storm ashore to wreak what havoc it could. They were both in danger of being swept away. And, God help him, he wanted to ride that wave of temptation and danger.
    Moving one step, he meshed their thighs, then had to grit his teeth as need became almost painful. He heard her sharply inhaled breath and knew it was the same for her.
    Unable to resist, he kissed her deeply, thoroughly, endlessly. When they were both breathless and unsteady on their feet, he forced himself to take one step back from the brink of the fiery abyss where they stood.
    â€œI could make love to you right here,” he said in a hoarse murmur. “Standing right here, pressed up against the counter and not caring who walked in and found us.”
    She opened her eyes and blinked up at him, so sexy, so lost to passion, that he nearly kissed her again.
    â€œAnd you wouldn’t stop me,” he said softly. “You’re as deep into this as I am.”
    â€œI know,” she whispered, the fires they’d ignited still dancing in her eyes. “It’s madness.”
    â€œBut it would be good, so good between us, that the thought drives the sane intentions right out of my head. All I can think about is touching you. I want to see you. I need it, more than air, I think.”
    Although he wondered what the heck he was doing, he proceeded to push the lacy robe off her shoulders, then slip the straps of the nightgown down her arms.
    The material caught on the provocative tips, then slipped free and pooled at her waist. He stared at the tender buds waiting for his caress. He let the anticipation build, enjoying the visual pleasure to the full.
    When she moaned and tightened her clasp on his shoulders, he chuckled and bent forward until he found the treat. He nibbled and licked at each breast with great care.
    No one, he thought, searching past the rosy haze that enveloped them both, had ever pleased him more, had ever excited him