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and she experienced a keen disappointment, which disappeared the second he put his finger on the knot of her robe. He traced the fabric, over and over, watching her closely.
    Her nipples beaded into hard, almost painful points. Between her thighs, her core heated, and wetness slicked her skin. How did he make not touching such a turn-on?
    It would have been embarrassing, if it wasn’t so erotic.
    “Say no,” he said, his voice a rasp against her skin as he hooked his finger where the knot was bound.
    And let him win? Never. She sucked in a breath and said, “Step back.”
    Of course he didn’t. Not that she expected otherwise.
    He worked the knot with those long, strong fingers until it loosened and he pulled it free. Then he gripped the belt where it was tied by one tiny little X. “Are you naked under this robe?”
    She wasn’t; she had on a matching nightgown with sheer lace cups. Her guilty pleasure: pretty nightgowns nobody saw. “I’ll never tell.”
    He shrugged. “I’d rather find out myself.”
    “You’re waiting for an invitation that’s never going to come.” The words were a deliberate challenge. She shouldn’t be taunting him this way when she knew full well he wouldn’t back down.
    A hard tug on the belt had her hips tilting with all the invitation he needed. “I’m not waiting, I’m just enjoying the anticipation.”
    Another pull and her back arched, forcing her to brace her hands on the counter to keep from falling. Her hips brushed his and she had to fight the gasp that rose to her lips.
    His gaze met hers, panther green in the glow of the moonlight streaming from the window. “I want you to know how wet I can make you without a single touch.”
    It called exquisite attention to the heat between her legs, the slipperiness on her thighs.
    The belt came free and she relaxed back against the counter, the granite cool through the silk on her overheated skin. He spread his legs, planting his feet on either side of hers, before parting the lapels using only the brush of his fingertips. The fabric fell away, revealing her nightgown. He ran his hands over her stomach, to the curve of her waist. “I knew you were hiding something good under all those business suits.”
    Jesus, his hands were so big, so hot, sliding over the silky fabric as though he had every right, and she did absolutely nothing to stop him. “There’s nothing wrong with dressing professionally.”
    He stroked over the swell of her hips, pausing as he looked at her. “No, there’s not. A guy sure as hell couldn’t work if he knew you were wearing this.”
    Her fingers gripped the edge of the counter. She wanted to touch him back, but couldn’t yet. “Maybe the men I work with are more focused than you.”
    “Or more stupid.” He tilted her hips and sucked in a breath as her belly brushed the hard ridge of his cock. “I can see your nipples through the lace.”
    The reminder of how hard they were, how much she wanted to be touched by him, had her biting her lower lip.
    He moaned, brushing the under curve of her breast, which seemed to grow heavy as though descending for his touch. “Don’t do that.”
    “Do what?” He was barely touching her, hadn’t even kissed her, and she was worked up into a sexual frenzy. Right now, in this moment, he could bend her over the damn counter and shove inside her and she’d probably come in one stroke.
    She was that desperate. That mindless.
    For a woman who’d always been in complete control, the abandon was as intoxicating as the man himself.
    One hand slipped around her waist, while he raised the other to brush against her lips. “That mouth. It’s enough to make a grown man weep.”
    She parted her lips, sucking air into her lungs, as he rubbed the wet flesh with his thumb. “Do you always talk this much?”
    He gripped her neck. “I’m holding back about ninety percent of the filthy things I’m thinking.”
    She wanted to know, and was bold enough to ask. “Like