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protest, she turned her back on him, inwardly glorying in the sharp breath he drew as she bent over the bed to draw back the covers. With a ghost of a smile she stretched out on top of the sheets and then slowly drew the blankets up her body, pretending not to notice the way his face contorted when she covered her breasts up once more.
    Esther stared up at the ceiling, seizing a much-needed chance to recompose herself before the assassin’s voice broke the tense silence that had settled between them. “There is only one bed, you realise, and I do not intend to forsake it simply because you are in it. Indeed, that only increases its appeal.”
    “It does not surprise me to hear you say so. But why, then, are you still standing on the other side of the room?”
    “Because, Esther, you have undressed for bed, and now it is time for me to do likewise,” he said, his voice steady in spite of the fire in his eyes. “Of course, I watched you avidly whilst you removed your clothes, so it seems only fair that I invite you to watch me in turn. I assure you I will revel in the pleasure that the sight of me undressing will undoubtedly bring you.”
    “You are very arrogant, sir!”
    “Arrogant? No. I am merely confident, Esther, and with good reason. Watch and you will find out why.” The assassin smiled, clearly recovering his composure as he circled the room to come and stand at the foot of the bed. Her breath quickened as he steadily stripped away each layer covering his chest, holding out his tie with a lift of one dark brow before dropping it onto the bed.
    The unspoken suggestion was impossible to miss. Esther swallowed hard as he turned his attention to the buttons of his crisp shirt, painfully aware she was fast losing the upper hand once more. She did not want to watch him, but it seemed her body was no longer hers to control. Each button that fell open beneath his touch revealed more of his tanned, taut chest and the sparse black hairs that covered it, displaying a broad and muscular physique his clothes had concealed until now.
    The assassin would have no difficulty in bending her to his will as he earlier threatened, and that thrilled her far more than it should. The one small mercy was that he seemed oblivious to her wide-eyed scrutiny. Whistling quietly, he tugged his shirt away as the candlelight flickered and she stared wide-eyed at the snaking path of black hair that disappeared into his trousers. As he kicked off his boots and reached for his belt buckle, though, their eyes briefly met and he tipped her the smallest of winks.
    “Like what you see so far, my lady?”
    To Esther’s consternation, a hot flush blazed across her face when he unfastened the belt and squared his shoulders as the trousers fell down past the narrow flare of his hips. He wore nothing beneath them, and his cock sprung up to demand her attention, rock hard and full of temptation. The spark in his eyes told her how much he was enjoying the sight of her renewed discomposure, and they both knew that if she stared at him even a moment longer she would be lost to him.
    Esther rolled over to face the wall, but no sooner had she done so than she realised the height of her folly. The assassin instantly dived beneath the covers and wrapped his bare body around hers, his arm draped possessively across her stomach to hold her against him as he buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply.
    “I want to taste you on my tongue, Esther,” he said under his breath, his intimate hold impossible to escape even if she were able to summon up the will to try. “I have you beneath my hands now, but it is not enough. You are like a drug to me, and the longer I have you here with me the more I crave you. All you have to say is no and I will stop, but until I hear that word I fully intend to devote myself to possessing everything you are.”
    The assassin’s mouth came to rest against her bare collarbone. His breath felt like fire against her skin, and the