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For a man who claimed he couldn’t remember how to satisfy a woman, he learned fast, and I moved away, breathing heavily, heart pounding like I’d just dashed a hundred miles.

“Wait, wait, that was, that was….” I couldn’t find the right words to say. Every possible word just seemed so clichéd and fake. “That was…er….”

A wholly male smile wreathed his face, the kind of smirk a man shows when he is insanely pleased with or at something.

“I have pleased you?”

I felt as weak as a newborn, my laugh unsteady. “Arjun, I don’t even think the word ‘please’ is enough to express what I’m feeling and thinking right now.”

The warmth from the fire blazed across my bared torso as I pulled my turtleneck off, and he reached for a bra strap, wonder in his eyes.

“This is called a bra. It’s a modern substitute for the outdated corset,” I said, feeling a bit foolish, but enjoying the heated look on his features immensely.

His fingers trailed the raised bumps of my collarbone, and I shivered, feeling that touch as acutely as if he’d touched that area, not with a forefinger, but with his tongue.

“You’re beautiful. Uncommonly so. Evelyn…even your name is beautiful,” he said quietly, and I rolled my eyes mockingly at him.

“You’re just saying that because I’m the first woman you’ve seen like this in…how long? A couple of years? More than that?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I have seen many women, have been with many of them, and they aren’t…they don’t….” He stopped, apparently at a loss for words.

Which was completely fine by me. I didn’t want to know about all the other women in his life. Talk about a mood-killer.

I tugged at the open neckline of the pajama top. The remaining small buttons popped free from their buttonholes, and one of them was ripped completely free, ricocheting off the fireplace mantle with a faint ping.

“Oh, Lord.”

I knew he was beautiful. I’d seen him nude, standin? could n’t g there in the midst of the white, white snow, but that was then. Here, in the glowing light of the fire, tossing shadows back and forth on the concaves of his body, he was magnificent.

Divine.

I trailed my fingers down his chest, starting from the hollow of his neck to the waistband of the pants, right underneath his belly button. He shivered under my touch.

This wasn’t enough.

Touching wasn’t enough.

I wanted more of him. I wanted his hands on me, I wanted to feel him inside of me, and I wanted to give to him as much as he gave to me.

He was clumsy in tearing off the rest of my clothes, but that was all right. A hunger replaced the wide-eyed curiosity in him, and I responded to that hunger with a voracity of my own.

When I finally managed to tug off those ridiculously colored pajama pants of his, I was wet. Almost embarrassingly so, considering that he hadn’t done