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one little touch hurt?
    Her hand crept out, and she placed her fingertips against his chest. Beneath the silk of his shirt, she felt the heat radiating from his body, the slow thud of his heart. Luc held her gaze as he reached out and stroked his fingers down the line of her cheek, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He brushed his thumb across the swell of her lower lip, and a shiver ran down through her body and settled between her thighs.
    When she didn’t protest, he reached forward and flicked open the top button of her dress.
    “What are you doing?” she whispered.
    “I watched you in the club. Do you know how much I wanted you to continue? It was only the thought of other men seeing you that made me put a stop to it.” He flicked open the second button, then the third.
    He was hardly touching her, yet she could feel little jolts of sensation rippling along her nerves. Part of her wanted him to stop, but most of her desperately wanted him to continue. She shook her head in confusion.
    “I don’t…” Her words were cut off as his mouth descended on hers. Her lips parted on a gasp as his tongue pushed, hot and moist, between her lips. Lia’s head fell back, her eyes fluttered closed. His lips moved over hers slowly, his tongue probing the depths of her mouth, and Lia’s hunger rose, welling up deep within her.
    He tasted so good.
    …
     
    Luc drew back before the kiss could get totally out of control. He couldn’t remember when he’d last wanted a woman this much. Had he ever? She’d gone straight to his head along with another part of his anatomy. Heat coiled low in his belly, his penis throbbed, and he shifted uncomfortably, fighting to keep control, reminding himself that there was more to this than seduction.
    He studied her from beneath his lashes, trying to determine her state of mind; the lush curves of her mouth were swollen and wet from his kiss, her eyes dazed. She’d also knocked back a hell of a lot of Scotch. He didn’t want to break the mood, but Harley’s warning echoed in his mind. It was obvious she was lying about something, and he should really find out what she was after. But not quite yet—one more kiss and she would tell him anything he wanted to know.
    Tugging her to him again, he held her close and felt her soften against him. He kissed her, stroking her with his tongue, until her mouth fell open, and he slid deep inside. She gave a gasp of pleasure and her hands crept up around his neck, pulling him to her until he could feel the soft press of her small, pointed breasts against his chest. Sliding his hands inside the dress, he cupped them gently. Her nipples hardened against his palms, and she groaned against his mouth. The sound ran through him like a lightning bolt straight to his groin, and the kiss rocketed from gentle to demanding
    It wasn’t enough—he needed to see her. He sat back, his breath coming fast as he made out the shadowy curves of her breasts inside the open bodice of her dress. He drew the straps down her arms so the material pooled around her slender waist. Her breasts were small but exquisitely formed, uptilted and tipped with dark strawberry nipples waiting for his touch. Framing them with both hands, he lifted them, his thumbs grazing the engorged tips. They tightened under his touch, and she whimpered her need. Smoothing his hands down to her rib cage, he raised her body up to him so he could stroke his tongue over the taut peaks, again and again, until she arched her back, begging for more. He drew one nipple into his mouth, nipping it lightly with his teeth then tugging gently.
    Lia moaned low in her throat, and in that moment, he knew without a doubt that her desire matched his own.

Chapter Four
     
    Lia felt the sharp edge of his teeth as he bit down on the sensitive point of her breast. The feeling was unbelievable, pulling at places deep within her body. She was aware that she was going under fast, drowning in desire, and she was way past