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full-blown wildfire, and it wasn't simply his physical beauty, though that was nothing to sneeze at. It wasn't his smile, though that alone had been enough to set her hormones raging. There was just something about him, so big and tough, yet so... gentle. He'd probably laugh at that, or maybe get embarrassed. And yet again, maybe not; he seemed to be a man embarrassed by very little. "You're not rushing me," she finally said. He flashed his smile, then set his hands on her shoulders and turned her away from him again. In what started out as a light, sexy touch, he kneaded, then found the knot of tension at the base of her neck that she was rarely without these days. With a rough sound of empathy, he dug in. She nearly melted to the floor, unable to contain her soft moan of pleasure as his fingers unerringly zeroed in on the place she needed them most. "Mmm, you're so tight. Try to relax a bit." He smoothed the muscles al the way down her arms and out toward her fingertips, then started again at her neck. He did that, over and over, with infinite patience, until she had to grip the windowsil to keep from sliding to the floor in a boneless heap of massive gratification. "Better?" "If it gets any better," she said, "I just might explode." "Promise?" As if rendering a woman completely out of control was an everyday occurrence for him, he laughed huskily when she let out another helpless little moan. And it well might be for him, but not for her. Certainly not for her. When was the last time she'd had sex? She tried to remember, but his fingers were working their magic and now she could feel his chest, his thighs, brushing her back and legs, making her even weaker. "It's very late," she said. His fingers stilled, then he carefully stepped back. "Yes, it is. You'l want to go to sleep." She turned to him, her heart in her throat. "I think maybe this is worth being tired for." He'd been wearing a solemn expression, but now she saw what he'd been hiding behind that in case she turned him down. Stark desire and need, even fear—everything she was feeling was in his gaze, and there was no way she could resist it, no way she wanted to. She'd given herself this night, and she wasn't going to take it back now. But even in their anonymity, there was something they had to discuss. "I don't have any protection." She actually blushed; she hadn't done that since grade school. "I wasn't., .expecting this." His smile was sweet and self-deprecatory. "Neither was I. I'm just hoping that in my shaving kit I still have... Hold on." He vanished into the bathroom, and she saw the quick small flash of his penlight. Then he was back, relief shining in his strong features as he held up two condoms. "Two." She went a little weak in the knees. "Well..." She was actually breathless. "It's rumored two of anything is better than one, right?" He let out a low laugh, then his mouth brushed her cheek. She turned toward him. Their lips connected once, then again, making her sigh. "You taste just the way you smel," she murmured, not realy meaning to say it out loud. "Like heaven." A sound escaped him, one that might have been humor mixed in with hunger, and slowly, slowly, he eased his jacket off her shoulders before drawing her close and moving her against him. She nearly died of delight right then and there, because his body was large and hard and so thriling she tipped her head back and wordlessly asked him to kiss her again. He did, but she needed more. She had since she'd first set eyes on him, and it wasn't entirely loneliness now, but a hunger she'd never experienced before. Cupping her face, he continued to kiss her, more deeply now, touching her as if she were special, precious. Feminine. She wanted to be al those things to a man, this man, if only for a night. He fascinated her. He was beautiful and physical. He was dangerous, ifonly to her mental health. And he was hard and aroused, for her. Perfect. She wrapped her arms around his neck at the same