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him, “You know, you can do more than these teasing touches.”
    He moved in to kneel between her legs and he caressed her softly with his fingers as he kissed his way down from her neck.
    “What do you think you are doing?” Sophia arched under him with a soft gasp, her hands clenching his hair hard enough that it hurt, an exquisite pain that he wanted to grow addicted to.
    “Teasing. To start with,” he answered with a devious smile, as he rubbed his unshaven jaw against the soft skin on the outside of her breast, loving the sound of the throaty moan that escaped her as he licked the underside of her breast. “Tell me what you like the most.”
    “Everything. With you. Anything,” her hands roamed over his shoulder and she raked her nails down his back.
    He groaned and paused above her, “Again.”
    She did it and, incapable of holding back, he lowered himself over her and pushed in, biting out, “I love this.”
    She smiled mischievously at him and clenched her inner muscles around his arousal.
    “Ah-ah. Stop,” he warned as a painfully pleasurable shudder racked his body. “I want this to last.”
I want this to last forever.
    “I love that horny voice of yours.” Biting gently at his jaw, she interlocked her wrists above her head. “With what new torment do you plan to torture me?”
    “Are you testing me, lass?” Another time, he might have played one of his erotic games with her, but having kept Sophia awake well past midnight, he was feeling as satisfied as a big cat who ate an entire bowl of cream. “Are you getting attached to scarfs and dishcloths?”
    “I’m getting attached to you,” she retorted and purred. “Take me. Have me as you wish.”
    “Mmm. A long and slow fuck this time.” He circled her nipple with a finger. “Very. Slow.”
    “Yes, torture me,” she breathed, arching beneath him.
    Kissing her lips and feeling desire burn through his veins, he moved his body in a steady, deep rhythm that drew a shuddering gasp of pleasure from Sophia. Even as she moaned and her legs locked possessively around him, he didn’t give in to his own need until he was sure she was as turned on as he was. Until she was as ready as him to fall into an endless abyss of delight.
    “Ah, Alistair Connor.” Sophia’s low and sensual cry of pleasure sent them tumbling together into a lush and languid sensation, heart and soul united.
    Rippling with aftershocks of ecstasy, Alistair silently promised her that he’d carve out his own heart before he hurt her as he had done the others. He mumbled her name and nestled against her breast, and Sophia felt a swell of tenderness for that big man, who could be so gentle one moment and so fierce another.
    Sophia toyed with his hair as he murmured against her breast, “I’m getting used to this. Waking up with you every morning.”
    I am, too. You could move in with me.
Then she remembered the blonde woman in the restaurant.
Don’t rush it, remember, life’s a marathon, not a sprint, Sophia.
    She sighed.
    “What?” Alistair said sleepily.
    Nothing. Just a ravishing woman making me jealous.
Sophia put a hand under her head, staring up at the blue and green canopy, all too aware of the comforting weight of Alistair’s head on her breast, of his hand possessively clasping her hip and a leg over hers, as if he were afraid she’d sneak away while he napped.
    “Nothing. Sleep,” she ordered softly as her fingers returned to his hair, the caresses lulling him back to sleep.
    8.01 a.m.
    Sophia bent down and kissed Alistair on the mouth, “Wake up, you slugabed.”
    He stretched his big body and opened his green eyes, “Mmm. Now I’m the slugabed?”
    “Just returning the compliment,” she teased. “I phoned Garrick and he’s already dropped off your clothes. I’ve hung them in the dressing room for you.”
    “Garrick?” He blinked, scowled and gripped her hand as she tried to walk away from the bed, “Where do you think you are going?”
    “To