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releasing a bevy of delicious sensations before the wet tip completed its fiery path. She gasped and felt him smile against her ear.
    He swung her out to the middle of the floor in a fast fox trot, sweeping her all the way around the room, dizzying her. Or was it his nearness, his masculine scent that made her head swim?
    "You like to dance." He stated the fact in a voice so low she almost missed his words.
    "Love to. I can pack a suitcase in nothing flat if there's a jazz festival within a thousand miles."
    "Dixieland?" he asked, his surprise evident.
    "Dixie, ragtime, I love them all. My grandfather played jazz piano with his own band. It's in my blood."
    Nick was quiet so long she was afraid she'd said too much, scared him off by volunteering that information. Then he said, "Most of the women I know prefer Salsa."
    She'd tried it, but quickly went back to the easy rhythms of jazz.
    As the Glenn Miller tune came to an end, Nick slid his hands down, then up to her hips, her waist. Her breath came in small pants. His fingertips accidentally brushed the sides of her breasts, the possessive caress stirring a deep ache.
    Then, he embraced her, molding her body to his. Her breath caught. Smiling tenderly as he looked deep into her eyes, he lowered his head.
    Their mouths fit as easily as their bodies, his kiss one of gentle exploration. She leaned into him, wanting more. Needing more. So much more.
    Every nerve in her body tingled. This man she hardly knew made her feel desirable. No, make that desired.
    Pressed against his hard chest, her breasts came alive, and as his tongue parted her lips her knees weakened. He swept the corners of her swollen lips. The tip of his tongue brushed the backsides of her teeth. Played hide and seek with her own tongue. Begged it to come out and play.
    And just like that, she wanted him. More than she'd ever wanted anyone or anything, she longed to lie next to this handsome stranger, to touch him. To allow him to touch her, foolish though it seemed.
    She pulled his head lower, opened her mouth wider, opening her heart as well, heedless of everything but her urgent need for the man standing so near.
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    Nick felt Eve's resistance melt and grinned to himself. She certainly had her innocent act perfected, but he couldn't find any reason to complain. He couldn't remember when a woman had him this turned on. This needy.
    He slid his hand around her waist and turned her toward the hall, slowly guiding her while he trailed kisses along her well-defined cheekbone, her delicate ear and slender, sexy neck. She moved like a debutante, her grace as much a part of Eve as her sensual walk. Every step she took made his heart pound with lust, knowing he would soon have her comfortably ensconced on his bed while he had his way with her. Again and again.
    He nudged his bedroom door all the way open with his knee and led her into the masculine sanctuary decorated in burgundy and forest green. Far different from the one in his suite at the casino, where mirrors lined the ceiling and walls, an ideal room to engage in casual sex.
    Drive by shootings, he'd heard them called on TV. A place where, before his death, his lonely benefactor entertained women he’d picked up in the bar. A few hours of passion and adios.
    What sleeping Nick did in his suite at the casino occurred in his den.
    The same was not true of this room. Any companion he arranged through Priscilla made the long trek up the mountain with the understanding she'd spend the night with him. Sometimes, if she were special, more than one.
    Nick had the feeling Eve would indeed prove special. His racing pulse proved as much as he ran his hands over her hips.
    He turned slowly to face her, not wanting to hurry the next few moments. Croupier would like nothing more than for him to rip the clothes from Eve's body. Throw her on the bed. Sink into her with wild abandon. Satisfy his lust.
    Nick resisted the urge, determined to go slow.
    Eve stared up at him,