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more. The wonderfully broad chest was dusted with dark hair that, down the middle of his corrugated abdomen, gathered into a near perfect line. Tight, corded muscle flexed at his hips and, as he came toward her, the long muscles of his thick thighs rippled smoothly under the taut, hairy skin. And between the hips and thighs, his aroused flesh stood rigid and erect.
    He must have seen her gaze because he suddenly picked up his pants, dug in one of the pockets, and produced a condom. 
    “From my luggage,” he said, tearing it open. “From…” He paused just as he was about to put it on. “From before,” he finished, smoothing the tight latex over his shaft.
    She’d been so caught up in the moment, it hadn’t even occurred to her to use protection. Though Mac’s movements were quick she was mesmerized. The smooth muscles of his arms rippled and his pecs bunched as well. But more than anything, she watched his bare fingers, touching himself in a way that she couldn’t.
    In moments he was done and closing the short distance between them. But instead of reaching for her bra or panties, his hands lightly grasped one of hers and he began to unbutton the glove.
    “No,” she gasped, tugging it away. He stopped, his eyebrows furrowed, gazing down at her hands before she hid them behind her back. “I can’t,” she said. “It’s always a reading. I can’t control it.”
    She waited for the protest that she knew would come–because it always did. In many ways, it was the end of the relationship even if it wasn’t the end of the evening.
    “Leave the gloves on?” he said, looking into her eyes.
    “I have to,” she breathed. “Always.”
     
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    As Isabelle stood, hands behind her back, it wasn’t her beautiful body that riveted him, suddenly it was her face. As she waited for his reaction, one emotion after another flitted across it: apprehension, worry and even fear alternated with the desire she clearly felt for him. Then the corner of her mouth crooked upward ever so slightly as she searched his eyes. In that moment, she was transparent to him, vulnerable and utterly irresistible.
    “Then leave them on,” he said lowly, reaching behind her and unclasping her bra. “It’s sexy.”
    But as the lacy, blue bra fell away and Isabelle let it slip from her arms, sexy hardly seemed the right word. Sexy was the way she looked in a dress. Sexy was the swivel of her hips when she walked. In the flesh, her silky nakedness was gorgeous. The creamy pink nipples matched her lips and the honey colored skin of her bare shoulders and breasts matched that of her face and neck. Tiny lace panties that matched the bra barely covered her, stretching from one rounded hip to the other. Nor had she yet stepped out of her heels.
    When she’d told him to stop, he’d thought for a moment she’d changed her mind. But now, with her hands settling on his hips and his drifting to the nape of her neck, there would be no stopping. Despite the aching of his arousal, he kissed her tenderly and slowly, aware of how she’d feared his reaction. Something in her past had taught her to dread that moment. And, as if to confirm it, her lips trembled against his. He ran his fingers into her long, silky hair and caressed her mouth with his, urging her to open to him again. And when she did, his tongue stroked her lips instead of penetrating into her. 
    Lightly, he captured her lower lip, drew it completely into his mouth, and let his tongue fondle it. He stroked her one way and then the other, moving the soft flesh and sucking on it, until the quaking finally stopped. Slowly, her arms wound around his waist and, as she stepped closer, he felt his arousal jab into her abdomen. The press of it into her was like a jolt of electricity. His entire body tensed, as did hers. He let one hand drift downward, lightly grazing the front of her throat, skimming over her collar bone, until his fingers found her plump breast and he