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were this man’s sole focus. As if she were the only woman he wanted. The only woman who could make him come. He was hard, his jeans tight around him, his scent musky with sex and need and desire.
    The woman screamed with climax, and the man groaned in orgasm, the steam of the tub and their sex rising, shimmering, their forms wavering. She could have come with them if Rand touched her, just her arm, her throat. It didn’t even need to be erogenous.
    “Go home.”
    She looked at him, barely able to breathe, let alone understand.
    “Go home.” His eyes were dark, his gaze unearthly. “Or I’ll fuck you right here, right now, against the railing.”
    God, she wanted it.
    “But you’re not ready.”
    She could have cried, because she
needed
it. Yet he was right; she wasn’t ready. In the morning, no, even before that, the moment he pulled out, she’d start regretting. She
would
do this, but tonight was the appetizer. Tonight was about
becoming
ready, not
being
ready.
    She rose. He didn’t walk her out.
    When she was at the door leading into his bedroom, he said her name. She turned.
    “You might be going home, but we’re far from done yet.”
    His words made her shiver. She left on shaky legs. He hadn’t hurt her. He hadn’t scared her. She’d scared herself more with how badly she’d wanted him to take her against the railing so the hot tub couple could see. He was kinky. He was probably even perverted. But up there on his deck, he’d made her realize she could be those things, too. That she
wanted
to be those things, with him and for him. She wanted to be
this
man’s total focus. She deserved it.
    After years of never taking chances, of taking care of everyone else, keeping the peace, always doing what was right and expected of her, what she was
supposed
to do, she wanted to throw caution to the winds.
    He would ask for more, stretch her limits. And she would do whatever he wanted.
    RAND LAY NAKED ON HIS BED, HIS HANDS STACKED BENEATH HIS head, the door closed against the cold night air, the lights off. Hisneighbors had lost interest in their performance once Rachel was gone.
    She’d reacted perfectly. Telling him everything in an excited, breathy voice, her skin so hot he could feel the warmth she’d emanated without actually touching her.
    Dazed, she’d left without her panties. They lay on the bedside table, close enough that he could scent her. From his den window, he’d watched her cross the quiet street. Her equilibrium had returned, and she’d driven off.
    He could have had her out on the deck. He didn’t want it like that. Not tonight. Oh yes, certainly he wanted that someday, and sooner rather than later, but for tonight, he’d wanted only to whet her appetite, not to overwhelm her and send her running for cover.
    She’d had only three lovers, one of them her husband. She hadn’t asked his history. If she had, he would have confessed that he’d had more than two dozen lovers. He’d seen the question in her eyes—why had he never married?—but her own rule kept her mum.
    The truth was a complicated mess, he supposed. He came from an extended family that prided themselves on never having a divorce among them. Consequently, they had a hell of a lot of bad marriages, a fact brought home the first time he returned from college unexpectedly and caught his father with another woman, right there in the house, right there in his mother’s bed. It wasn’t a surprise, just an affirmation. He hadn’t avoided marriage, he’d simply avoided a
bad
marriage. He’d gone further than that, though, concentrating on his career and seeing only career-focused women, until somehow he’d ended up primarily in casual, transitory relationships. It had never bothered him. His career, which was more a vocation than a mere job, fulfilled him.
    It all blended with what Rachel wanted. A casual relationship,yet a way to repair her battered self-esteem after her divorce. He was going to be so good at restoring her