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you like a quick tour?”
    “Yes.”
    “Great. But first…” He invaded the space around her and the
dress slithered to the ground. The evil grin on his face told her he’d done it
on purpose. She slapped her hand over her breasts.
    “Why did you do that?”
    “I thought it would be obvious.”
    “You want me to wander around your house naked?”
    “Topless.” He stroked a finger along the waistband of her
panties. “I’ll let you keep these on…for a little while anyway.”
    Knowing her cheeks had to be red, she gasped when he slipped
his fingers beneath hers, the back of his hand brushing her nipple, and pulled
her arm away, entwining their fingers and leading her toward the kitchen.
    “Since you’re a baker…”
    “You remember that?”
    “How could I forget? You make those fabulous chocolate chip
cookies. I’m a bit addicted.”
    A tingle of pleasure spiraled through her stomach as his
words. She was very proud of her chocolate chip cookies. Jason would rarely eat
them, claiming he needed to avoid carbs. That should have been a sign right
there.
    “Let’s start in the kitchen. I don’t cook much myself.” He
led her into a spotless room. Everything looked new, as if it had never been
touched by human hands. “But I like the idea of cooking so I had someone who
knows stock the kitchen with the appliances.”
    “Whoever she was, she has excellent taste.” Tasha wanted to
reach out and stroke the stainless-steel front of the refrigerator but didn’t
want to be the first to leave a fingerprint.
    From the pristine condition of the kitchen, she was pretty
sure Nathan wouldn’t approve.
    He led her into a formal dining room. A dark-wood table
stood in the center of the elegant room. Still holding her hand in his, he took
her through the dining room and back into the living room, complete with couch
and big-screen TV—this was clearly the man cave.
    He ended the tour back in the kitchen. The bright lights of
the room inspired another wave of insecurity but the hunger in Nathan’s eyes
quickly blocked it out. He took the wineglass from her hand and placed it on
the counter by the sink. She hadn’t drunk much but then she didn’t need much to
feel lightheaded. The lust in Nathan’s gaze did that all by itself.
    “Can I take off your glasses?” he murmured. She blinked and
stared at him. “You’ve got such beautiful eyes.”
    “Uh, okay.”
    No one ever told her she had beautiful eyes. They were a
strange mix of green and brown. But Nathan didn’t seem to see that. He peeled
off her glasses and carried them away. The world around her instantly grew
fuzzy, well, except for Nathan. He was within the twelve-inch range of clear
vision. Everything behind that? A little, or a lot, out of focus.
    But heck, she didn’t need to see, right?
    Especially when he dropped to his knees, pausing as he
passed to place kisses on her nipples, made tight by the chill in the air.
    He snagged the waistband of her panties, drawing them down
her legs. The soft brush of silk sent flutters into her core. She squirmed as the
red panties pooled around her shoes. She looked down and blinked. She was
pretty sure Nathan smiled but his face had little definition.
    He ran his hands up the insides of her thighs, encouraging
her to open her legs. She hesitated but after a moment, she lifted her left
foot, separating her knees. A sexy vulnerability washed over her as she stood
there, Nathan’s lips following the path of his hands, kissing her thighs,
rising up.
    “Soft,” he murmured, his fingers stroking the bare skin of
her pussy. A year ago, Heather had convinced her to try a Brazilian wax and
Tasha had become hooked on the smooth skin, loving how it made her more
sensitive.
    He brushed his lips over her skin. Barely a whisper, it
couldn’t be called a kiss. A delicious flutter ran through her pussy and she
must have gasped. He hummed his approval. The sound tickled her pussy lips a
heartbeat before he eased his tongue