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heels. Or hose. She had black tinted polish on each toe. The woman must love black shades and that was just over-dramatic. Her hair was already the color and shade of charcoal, with ebony-hued strands throughout it. She used smoke-shaded eye-liner and had unbelievable black lashes. She’d shed her skirt. And her jacket. And had the most incredible legs, the most divine smell, that it got him primed with every passing moment. If she didn’t watch herself, they were going to be flat out on that bed and it wouldn’t matter whose clothing was in the closet.
    Focus, Stuart
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    He should’ve filled the prescription for the attention deficit thing. Maybe the voice in his conscience would shut up.
    “This…is a clear violation of rule one,” he told her, clearing his throat mid-way.
    “I know.”
    The hand didn’t disappear from his hair. If anything, it clenched tighter. She stepped nearer, too, pressing really nice breasts into his upper belly.
    “And…I have no mirrors.”
    “You won’t need them.”
    She went to tip-toes, sliding her nipples along his skin with the motion.
    That’s ridiculous, Stuart. She’s still got her shirt on. And a bra. Or chemise. Or whatever gorgeous women in your dreams wear while driving you mildly insane
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    “How will I be able to…tie a decent four-in-hand?”
    “I’ll help you.”
    She was sliding her mouth along his jaw, licking at the stubble there, and creating a riot of male need that manifested itself right against the lush skin of her abdomen. He couldn’t help it. Some things didn’t need much stimulation. Stuart held his hands right above the sweet curve of her buttocks, forcing the tremor away before he touched her, while preparing for the fight he might get.
    And then he just did it, reaching for two handfuls of ass in order to lift her into the perfect position to return the kissing motions as he was receiving them. With her first tongue-flick, his knees wavered, swaying them slightly. Or maybe that was the jet moving finally. Or maybe it was his imagination, since there wasn’t anything weak and wobbly about how he held her glued to him, in order to maneuver hard flesh between sweet thighs.
    “I don’t even know your name,” he whispered.
    Damn it!
Of all the inane things to say! He nearly groaned aloud.
    She pulled back from him, gave him an enigmatic look from eyes so deep and dark he was in danger of sinking right into them, and then she smiled, putting little lines into play at the sides of her eyes, as well as showing him very wicked-looking fangs. He blinked twice.
Fangs?
    “You have fangs,” he informed her.
    “I know. I’m a vampire.”
    “Oh. Right.” He’d forgotten that part of this.
    “You have them, too. Tiny ones. Just starting to erupt…like little spikes.”
    She made it sound like he was pre-puberty and lacking in the size department.
    “I have tiny fangs?”
    He bristled in embarrassment before he could help it and his voice demonstrated every bit of it. That was just another bit of idiocy in this dream. And then she reached upward and latched onto his chin, sucking a kiss into play all along his jaw. Everything pulsed, and the jet moved abruptly, sending him with uneven steps right back into the bed.
    He’d been right. They were flat-out atop the white down-filled comforter and it didn’t matter whose clothes were in the closet or anywhere else. She was atop him with her legs clamped about his hips, her hands splayed onto his pecs, and her mouth doing all kinds of wicked things to his. He felt her slice along the sensitive inner skin of his lower lip and start sucking, and he nearly came off the bed with reaction.
    “What are you doing?” The voice that came out rasped and didn’t sound at all like him. It didn’t sound like he was making words, either.
    “Tasting you. Loving…you. Here.”
    She did some sort of motion that slid her lip flesh against what felt like his canine teeth. Stuart touched his tongue there, tasted…and