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of her shorts, driving him mad.
    He rubbed. She gasped, energy crackling between them.
    God, he needed more of her.
    His hands played across her back, stroking her soft skin. She was so warm.
    His fingers pulled at the clasp of her bra, intent on freeing her so he could taste more.
    But before he could undo the little hooks, her hands slammed down over his arms, pinning them to her sides. “Stop,” she said, panting.
    Immediately, Asher stilled. He was a lot of things, and not all of them good, but one thing he’d never do was push a woman past the point she was comfortable.
    Kennedy shifted back on his lap, rolling against his pounding erection and pulling out a ragged groan.
    Asher shut his eyes, searching for his good intentions. And waited for her to climb off him, but she didn’t.
    Her fingers stayed wrapped around his biceps. His pinky brushed against the soft skin at her waist. Her moist breath puffed against his throat.
    Was she torturing him on purpose?
    “Seriously, Kennedy. I only have so much willpower. You need to get up.”
    When she still didn’t move after several seconds, Asher opened his eyes only to find her staring at him. Her gaze was enigmatic and way too thoughtful. How did she have brain cells still functioning? He felt as if his were ready to explode right along with the rest of his body.
    “That wasn’t what I meant,” she said.
    What the hell was she talking about? “I’m pretty sure there’s only one meaning for stop . Especially when a man has his tongue and hands all over a half-naked woman.”
    Her lips twisted into that smart-ass grin that drove him completely nuts.
    “You know what? Every time I see that chivalrous streak you seem to prefer to hide, I’m always surprised. But I shouldn’t be by now.”
    “I don’t take advantage of women. I don’t have to.”
    Something dark twisted through her gaze. “Of course not. Not when they throw themselves at you.”
    “That has nothing to do with it.”
    “Sure it does.”
    Asher wrapped his hands around her hips and lifted Kennedy off his lap, depositing her onto the bed beside him. He moved to leave, but she grasped his arm.
    “Seriously, Asher. I told you to stop because the camera is still rolling.”
    He glanced over to the corner of the room where the lens silently watched them. Immersed in Kennedy, he’d completely forgotten it was there, recording every passionate kiss, erotic sigh and demanding touch.
    Thank God she hadn’t, because the last thing he wanted was for some cameraman to get an eye full of naked Kennedy.
    Suddenly, an overprotective and possessive wave swept through him, heating his skin and tightening every muscle in his body.
    “No, that wouldn’t be good.”
    The smirk on her face went a little more dangerous. She considered him, tilting her head to the side. “I’ll erase the footage before giving the camera back to Neil.”
    “Who the hell is Neil? And you damn well better. Haven’t you had enough brushes with public indecency?”
    She flinched at his words. Asher immediately regretted them, but there was no way to take them back.
    “I’m sorry,” he forced out between stiff lips. Just minutes ago they’d been warm and wet beneath Kennedy’s mouth. He wanted that back, even if, now that he was out from under the haze of lust, his sanity was returning.
    Bounding up from the bed, Kennedy shot him a tight look, scooped her shirt from the floor and pulled it back over her head. Then she moved to the camera, hitting a button.
    Turning to face him, she crossed her arms beneath her breasts, tilted her head to the side and studied him in a way that left him feeling exposed and edgy.
    “I think maybe we’ve figured out the key to suppressing your stutter.”
    “Oh, yeah, what’s that?”
    She walked slowly toward him. Her hips swayed, drawing his gaze. The woman was brilliantly sexy. Too sexy for her own good.
    Asher licked his lips. The decadent taste of her still clung there, flooding his mouth.