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against her lips. “I need to be clear. I want you, Ava. I want to
be inside you. I want to watch your face when I command you to come
and your body shatters around mine. I haven’t had anyone else,
haven’t dreamed of having anyone else, for seven months.” With his
other hand, he guided her grip to the front of his jeans. Her
fingers stretched around the black fabric, which was hot from the
press of the flesh beneath. “If you stay in here with
me—”
    “I’m staying.”
    She didn’t give him a chance to say
anything else. With a whip of her head, she captured his thumb and
sucked it into her mouth. He hissed as she rolled her tongue around
the length of it. The sound became a growl when he finally yanked
it away from her.
    “I should spank you for
that.”
    “Promise?”
    “God damn .” As his breaths escaped in
heavy huffs, he pulled her close and sank his mouth to hers again.
Her breasts mashed against the broad planes of his chest, rubbed
and teased with friction that shot straight to the center of her
body, now soaking wet with sexual need.
    He set her free but only far enough to
lock his gaze with hers again. “You have quite a sassy mouth,
sunshine. I should put it to good use.”
    Ava slanted him a tiny
smile. Sassy? Yeah, he’d pretty much nailed it—which was damn weird
for her to admit. She’d never pulled shit like this on a man
before. But no other man in her life had dared to trap her against
a tree the second day they knew each other. No other man could
dissolve her ire with the magic of his subtle smirk, or make her
want to throw back that arrogance just to see how he’d react, hopefully
with that spanking he’d just threatened. No other man made her long
to unlock the hidden side of her sexuality for him…because she knew
he’d savor it, stroke it, make it soar.
    And after this magical
hour, none of it would be hers again. None of him could be hers. She needed
to make every second of it count.
    “ Gee. You’re ‘should’ing
all over yourself this afternoon, Sergeant Archer. Plan on doing
anything about that?”
    That got his brows to jump. And his
lips to part. And his fingers to curl into the clothes she still
wore, unbuckling her belt then yanking down her pants zipper.
Without a word, he circled an arm around her waist and slammed her
against him, lifting one of her thighs against his waist. With his
brilliant stare still fixed on her, he yanked at the laces of her
ankle boot, jerked the thing off then tossed it to join his shirt
somewhere in the shadows. He lowered that leg and pulled up the
other to repeat the action. When he was done, he rebalanced her on
both feet, still not looking away, still radiating with dark sexual
energy.
    A thick moment passed.
Neither of them blinked. With his arms at his sides and his
shoulders held high, his torso was more breathtaking than the
golden marble Adonises that peeked from the alcoves. Ava ordered
herself not to stare at the twin ridges of abdominal muscle that
arrowed down, leading beneath his pants…an impossible feat. Ay dios mio, he was
breathtaking.
    “Take them off, Ava,” he ordered in a
low, sleek tone. “Take off everything. I want to see every inch of
the beauty I’ve been fantasizing about. All of it.”
    If she opened every bottle in this
room and drank the contents, her senses wouldn’t whirl this madly.
She was achingly aware of every approving growl he issued as she
shucked her formfitting jeans and the black thong beneath. But he
saved the best sound for last. When she straightened, totally nude
before him, a sound curled from him like a plume of smoke from a
magician’s pyre, redolent with approval…and arousal.
    Out in the living room, one of the
maids turned up some music. Ava almost wondered if the woman could
see through walls and knew what was going on, because the
selection, midtempo and belted by a Spanish soprano, was recorded
for one purpose alone. A lusty, sweaty purpose.
    As she walked to Ethan,