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slender, but emphasized the thrust of her breasts. The short, full skirt drew attention to the long length of her shapely legs, and Omar wanted nothing more than to trail his fingers up them. He had a feeling her skin would be silky soft and sweetly perfumed.
    Now, as they ate their meal of leg of lamb and parsleyed new potatoes, he watched her covetously. Each movement of her lips as she ate heightened the desire that had been thrumming inside him.
    â€œI believe we got sidetracked when we were discussing your brothers,” he said, trying to take his mind off how much he wanted to make love to her, how much he wanted to be the man to introduce her to the pleasure of physical intimacy.
    â€œYou told me about Flynt, but you mentioned another brother, as well.”
    â€œYes, Matt.” She dabbed her lush lips with the napkin, then paused to take a sip of her water. “He shocked the entire family in July by marrying Rose Wainwright.”
    â€œWhy is that shocking?” he asked curiously.
    â€œBecause for years there has been a long-standing feud between the Wainwrights and the Carsons.”
    Omar knew the Wainwright family, like the Carsons, was one of the most powerful families in the state of Texas. He also knew it had been the Wainwrights and the Carsons who had founded the luxury Lone Star Country Club.
    â€œHopefully this isn’t a Romeo and Juliet kind of story.”
    She smiled. “Not at all. They are extremely happy together, but unfortunately their marriage hasn’t really brought the families together. It was more just a temporary truce.”
    â€œThat’s too bad—but you’re close to your family.” It was an observation rather than a question.
    â€œYes, I am.” She took another drink of her water, her dainty pink tongue licking her upper lip when she was finished. “We’ve always been a close-knit family.”
    By the time the meal was finished, Omar felt as if he’d been simmering for the past two hours and was on the verge of a full boil. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt such intense desire for a woman. Nor could he remember feeling this much concern that he might not be successful in his seduction.
    While he saw the promise of fire in her eyes, he knew she hadn’t remained a virgin this long by allowing herself to burn.
    After the meal they returned to the sofa where Omar served them after-dinner liqueur coffee. “Hmm, this is wonderful,” she said as she licked a dollop of whipped cream from the corner of her mouth. “What’s in it?”
    â€œA little crème de cacao, brandy, Kahlúa, coffee and whipped cream. You like it?”
    â€œIt’s positively decadent.” She took another sip and again the whipped cream clung to her upper lip. Before she could lick it off, he reached out and dragged his index finger across the creamy substance.
    His heart crashed into his ribs as she grabbed hiswrist and sucked his finger into her mouth, her green eyes never leaving his. He pulled his finger away and hungrily covered her lips with his own. Blood seemed to surge through every vein in his body.
    Her mouth tasted of coffee and Kahlúa, a bittersweet combination that drove him half mad with desire. He was vaguely aware of her reaching to set her mug down on the coffee table, and he broke the kiss only long enough to allow her to do so.
    When he reached for her again, he pulled her against his chest and claimed her mouth with his, wanting to possess her, body and soul.
    She responded with a hunger that surprised him. She wound her arms around his neck and pressed herself against his chest.
    He leaned back, dragging her with him so that she was on top of him. His hands caressed up and down her back, enjoying the feel of her warm skin beneath the silky dress.
    As his hands moved lower, down into the small of her back, just above the sweet curve of her buttocks, she gasped against his mouth.
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