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halting all thought. He gently traced their soft contours with his tongue, paying particular attention to the seam denying him entrance. Though she tried to resist, the fire in her veins demanded satisfaction. Her lips parted, and his tongue swept in.
    He groaned and lowered his body to hers. His weight forced her to sink deeper into the mattress. Again, every muscle and sinew seemed to fit perfectly against her. Her skin tingled wherever he touched her, and energy seeped back. He invigorated her, and she soaked him up like a dry sponge.
    The intimate caress of his skin heated her like nothing ever had. She tangled her hands through his hair before clutching at his shoulders. They flexed under her touch, and the strands slid like silk against her palms. A thrill of sexual power coursed through her.
    His tongue leisurely explored her mouth, and her tongue joined in the dance. God, if kissing was this good, what would the sex be like? What had it been like? If she slept with him again, would it jog some memories?
    He ground his erection against her thigh. Heat pooled in her nether region. She wanted him. Regret could come later. Anyway, what was one more mistake on top of a pile of others?
    Talion shifted and sucked on the tender skin of her neck, while his hands slid up her sides and cupped her breasts. Her breath hissed between her teeth. He kissed a burning path down her throat. When his mouth joined the fingers caressing her breasts, pleasure shot through her. She arched her back off the bed.
    A knocking echoed throughout the room. Talion cursed and raised his head.
    The rapping at the door ripped her out of her life-shattering sexual delusion. God, had she really thought sleeping— having sex —with him again would just be a little mistake? She cringed at her stupidity and pushed him away before scrambling to fish for the sheet on the floor. There was no doubt about it: he made her stupid. She hated imbecility. Time to bring back intelligence.
    Where was the damn blanket? The desire still humming through her body made concentration hard, but that was merely due to hormones. From his last demonstration, he certainly knew his way around a woman’s body, so her response was perfectly natural. Her hands shook. Damn it, where was the blasted thing?
    His long-suffering sigh drew her attention. He grabbed a blanket from the bottom of the bed and handed it to her. She scowled at him and snatched the article. So much for intelligence. He motioned for her to remain where she was and rose in one fluid motion.
    His long tunic hid any evidence of his prior arousal, but he radiated a telltale tenseness that stiffened his posture. A perverse satisfaction hit her. Served him right. She may no longer have her tongue bar in, but she could still be a ball-buster.
    He walked to the door and opened it a crack. After a quiet exchange she couldn’t make out, he took something offered by the person on the other side.
    It was material. Her clothes?
    She did a quick study of Talion’s profile before he turned away from the door. He no longer appeared pale and drawn. His skin had regained its natural healthy tan, and a suppressed energy lurked in his step. Damn, why did he have to be such a fine specimen of man…er, elfhood?
    He strode toward her and dropped the bundle of clothes on the bed. “Your gown and the unmentionables, my dear.”
    My dear ? Unmentionables ? Did he have to sound so condescending? She frowned at him and snatched up the pile of clothes. She needed to wash him off her skin. The masculine scent clinging to her wouldn’t allow her to forget what they’d done. Nor would the unfamiliar ache between her thighs. Hot, scented water might relieve those ailments.
    “I want privacy. And a bath.”
    A wicked glint entered his gaze. “Hmm, a bath? And you want privacy?”
    She rolled her eyes. “Not a bath with you. Anywhere away from you is my definition of privacy.”
    He clasped a long-fingered hand to his heart. “You wound