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again.”
    “You mean . . . nude?”
    He nodded. Their voices had gone hushed and intimate. Another wave of dizziness struck her, but the expanding ache at her sex seemed to ground her, keep her in the moment there with Chance. She couldn’t escape him; she didn’t want to.
    “But not
just
nude,” he said.
    Confusion flickered through her, but so did another prickle of sexual awareness. It was as if his voice itself were touching her . . . seducing her. “What do you mean, not
just
nude?”
    He nodded once toward the photograph on the screen. The captured Sherona stared back at both of them, her awakened sexuality a palpable thing.
    “I want to see
more
of that,” he said. “I want to liberate the hint of what I’m seeing there. I want to see it all, Sherona.”
    Her heartbeat drummed in her ears in the silent seconds that followed.
    “What . . . what would you do with them? The photos?”
    “Treasure them, I expect.”
    Her heart paused in her chest at his simple response.
    “I’ll never let another soul see them, save you. Please. I want the opportunity to show you what I see when I look at you. I want the chance to celebrate you. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
    That
pierced through the fog of mesmerized arousal he’d formed around her, striking her as patently ridiculous.
    “Give me a break,” she said, standing from her desk, feeling vulnerable. She lowered the screen on his computer, hiding the offending—compelling—image. “You probably say something similar to women in every city, village and hamlet you visit across the globe in order to get a woman to take off her clothes for you.”
    “No. I don’t.”
    His quiet forcefulness caused her to pause. The door chimes tinkled in the distance.
    “I don’t photograph people. I’m a landscape photographer.”
    She swallowed thickly. She believed him for some reason. Maybe because he was so patently sexy, there’d be no reason for him to have to think of stupid scenarios to get a woman naked and into bed with him. Besides, she’d seen his magnificent nature photos. Something told her he’d never sully his camera by using it regularly for taking photos of naked women for lewd purposes.
    But those photos of her naked were the exact opposite of lewd. They were sexual, yes, but powerful to the extreme. They didn’t debase her sexuality; they celebrated it.
    “I . . . I have to go. There’s a customer,” she said, coming around the desk.
    He stood and took a step toward her, halting her exit.
    “Sherona?”
    “Yes,” she muttered, staring at the buttons on his shirt, keeping her head lowered so that he couldn’t see the throb of her pulse at her throat.
    “Will you think about it?”
    “I . . . I’m not sure.”
    Her eyes went wide when he touched her cheek. She looked up, startled. His face was suddenly very close, his features striking her as bold and chiseled, rugged and masculine, yet perfectly harmonious. She could smell his aftershave and something that reminded her of fresh air and the woods.
    “You have every right not to believe me, but I’m completely captivated by you,” he said gently, his warm, fragrant breath striking her lips. He brushed his mouth across hers in a questing kiss. Without thinking, she submitted to his heat . . . his touch. She moved her lips against his, sliding and shaping. She blinked when he made a low, gruff sound of arousal. He placed his hand along her neck in a possessive gesture and bent over her, sliding his tongue between her lips.
    Liquid heat surged between her legs at the feeling of his tongue plunging into her mouth. His taste flooded her, blinding her to all else—peppermint and some subtle flavor she couldn’t put a name to, but recognized with every cell of her female body. Her world narrowed to the sensation of his tongue dueling with her own, exploring her possessively, sucking on her sweetly until she moaned as if in answer to his call.
    He