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before she could stop herself, she reached up, tilting her face to meet his.
    He leaned down, and it happened before she knew it, that their lips had connected. Suddenly she was drowning in the warmth of his mouth on hers, the taste of chocolate, the taste of him. His lips parted, and so did hers, and their tongues met, swirling in a delicious dance. Heat spread through Esme’s body, leaping from cell to cell, a spreading inferno that threatened to engulf her in molten pleasure.
    Her hands found their way to Zachary’s hair and tangled there as the kisses grew deeper and hotter. She was dimly aware of his arms encircling her and lifting her off her feet, but she was too lost in the feel of his mouth on hers to tell. His lips were so warm and sweet, as if he were made of melted chocolate instead of just tasting like it.
    Zachary carried her to the bed, where he gently pulled her dress from her shoulders and kissed his way from her neck to the hollow of her collarbone. His hands roved over her breasts, stopping to caress and fondle her through the black lace of her bra. “You’re so soft, so beautiful,” he murmured. “How did I get so lucky?”
    That was so hot to hear, Esme needed to touch him, too. She reached down and stroked his groin, which was still hard as a steel pole. Maybe even harder. Zachary threw back his head. “Oh, what are you doing to me, mysterious lady in red?” he whispered.
    He stepped back long enough to pull off his shirt and pants, joining her on the bed and clad only in his boxer-briefs. Esme stared, taking in the whole delightful picture. She’d known he was big and muscular, but she hadn’t realized just how big, or just how ripped he was. Now she saw that this was one powerful man, big and strong enough to keep her safe. He was so large, so virile. He looked like he should be a male model for a gym commercial.
    And yet he wanted her. He wanted her !
    If the dark swirl of lust in his eyes hadn’t been proof enough, the giant erection straining against his orange boxer-briefs would be. It pressed hungrily against her stomach. God, it felt so, so good. A promise of what was to come, if Esme wanted.
    Did she ever. She was so wet, her panties were practically soaking. She dared to imagine him pulling them down with his teeth, then blushed. What would he think if he knew the wild thoughts spinning through her head? Women like her didn’t even dare to dream of men like him. At least she didn’t.
    Zachary reached for her dress again, then stopped. “Is it okay?” he asked. “May I?”
    “Yes!” Esme practically screamed. “It’s absolutely okay. Don’t stop.”
    An enormous smile spread over Zachary’s face, and he gently tugged off her dress and reached for her bra. “Black lace. I like.” But then the smile faded.
    “What?” Esme cried. “What’s wrong?” It was her body. She knew it! He thought she was ugly. Her cheeks burning, she reached for the satin sheet to cover herself up.
    “I don’t want you to think I do this with every woman I meet.” His handsome face was anguished. “I couldn’t stand if it you thought that.”
    Esme didn’t know what to say. Didn’t he? A gorgeous man like him—why wouldn’t he have all the casual sex he could? She wouldn’t blame him at all.
    “I don’t,” he continued, running one large hand through his thick blond hair. “You can’t even know how much I want you, but first, if we’re going to do this, I need you to know that I don’t do this often. I’ve slept with women in the past, sure, but I always knew they weren’t what I was looking for.” He gently pulled her hands off the sheet and clasped them in his own much larger ones. She liked how the backs of them were covered in fine golden hairs. She especially liked the way he ran his huge thumb over her small one. “But you . . . I want to be with you so much, Esme, I can’t stand it.”
    Esme couldn’t believe it. He’d chosen her? Really? “I want to be with you,