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couldn’t help but laugh. “Let me guess. You’re one of those organized, I-need-to-mold-the-world types, aren’t you?”
    â€œSomebody has to.” He released a sigh and returned his glass to the wet bar. “Let me guess. You’re one of those seat-of-the-pants, take-life-as-it-happens types, aren’t you?”
    She wrinkled her nose. “This might be a case of opposites attract.”
    â€œDon’t worry. I’ll organize everything and you just go with the flow.”
    Her amusement grew. “Control is an illusion, you know.”
    He appeared every bit as amused. “Whatever you say. How about if I control us out of here and you let it happen?”
    â€œI think I can handle that.”
    Larkin gathered up her purse and circled the couch toward the door. Rafe joined her, his hand coming to rest on the base of her spine in a gesture that should have been casual. Instead, it was as though he’d given her another jolt of electricity. She stumbled and her purse dropped from her hand. Turning, she could only stare helplessly at him.
    â€œLarkin.” Her name escaped on a groan and then he pulled her into his arms again.
    How could something so wrong feel so right? She had no business making love to Leigh’s husband. None. But she couldn’t seem to resist, any more than she’d resisted his bizarre proposal. When he touched her, it all made perfect sense. Probably because she couldn’t think straight. All she could do was feel.
    He pulled her close, so close she could hear the thunder of his heart and the rapid give and take of his breath. Or maybe she wasn’t hearing his, but her own. He covered her face with kisses, swift and hungry, before finding her mouth and sinking inward. Oh, yes. This . This was what she craved. What she needed as desperately as sweet, life-sustaining air. Where before he’d controlled the kiss, now she took charge, giving him everything she possessed.
    She heard his voice. Heard raw, guttural words. Words of want and need. And then her world tipped upside down as he swung her into his arms and carried her back to the couch. She hit the cushions with a soft bounce before he came down on top of her, his body pressing her deeper into the silken material.
    â€œWe just met,” she managed to gasp.
    He shifted against her, fitting them one to the other like two pieces of a puzzle. “Sometimes it’s like that.”
    â€œWhen? With who?”
    â€œNow. With us.”
    None of this made any sense. Rafe was supposed to be the rational one. The one in control. And yet, whatever had ignited between them had swept him away as completely as it had her. She wanted him with a bone-deep need that grew with each passing moment.
    He made short work of the vest of her uniform, slipping buttons from their holes with a speed and efficiency that took her breath away. Parting the edges, he tackled her blouse next, button after button, before yanking the crisp black cotton from her slacks and shoving it half off her shoulders.
    Rafe paused then, his hand hovering over the delicate bones of her shoulder, his dark skin tones at odds with her pale complexion. “My God,” he whispered. “You’re breathtaking.”
    No one had ever described her that way before. But seeing his stunned expression—seeing herself through his eyes—she felt beautiful. He traced the edges of her bra, a simple, durable black cotton, sculpting the curves of her breasts. She could feel her nipples peaking through the material. An intense heat shot through her, echoed in the throbbing of her palm and sinking deep into her feminine core. “Rafe…”
    It was her turn to touch. Her turn to explore. She cupped his face and gave in to the irresistible compulsion to trail her fingertips over those amazing planes and angles. To revel in the sheer masculine beauty of him. When she’d first seen him in the reception area,