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for him. But he wasn’t about to hold it against her. He’d never
wanted to stand in the way of her dreams and, in the end, she’d pulled him with
her. Making him who he was today. So he could help her.
    Cole tugged the elastic band out of her hair. The way the
light shone off her wavy tresses mesmerized him.

Chapter Three
     
    Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.
    Embarrassment.
    Hope.
    Shame.
    Frustration.
    Lust.
    A hundred different emotions warred within Tanya’s breast.
She watched through her lashes as Cole wrapped a lock of her hair around his
finger and lifted it to his lips. She drank in the sight of him kissing her as
if she were a dehydrated plant.
    She hadn’t realized she missed being kissed until she grew
jealous of her damn hair.
    Cole tugged the lock, tipping her head forward. He pressed
his lips to her forehead and kissed a line to her temple. Her skin tingled
everywhere he made contact. She leaned forward into his touch and tilted her
head to the side, acquiescing to his questing mouth.
    “Where should I kiss you?” he whispered.
    I have a choice?
    There were a couple of options, but she couldn’t bring
herself to say them.
    Cole produced a die from the Pandora’s Box and tossed it on
the bed.
    “Neck,” he said.
    Tanya sucked in a breath.
    Cole was doing it. He was playing along. She didn’t know
what to think or feel or even do. It was as if she’d never had sex with her
husband before.
    He hooked his fingers in the straps of her dress and pulled
her forward against his chest. She gripped his shirt in both her hands and shut
her eyes.
    Tanya loved Cole’s strength, the rough quality of his
personality and how no matter how long they’d lived in the city, he was still a
small-town boy at heart. But right now she loved his mouth the most. The way he
didn’t rush this silly request of hers, but paid special attention to her
cheek, jawline, the tip of her nose.
    And now her neck.
    He started at her collarbone and kissed around the base of
her neck, turned her in place and trailed kisses up her spine. She shivered and
leaned against him, relishing the way his arms closed around her, supporting
and protecting her. He pulled her head back against his shoulder, exposing the
column of her throat.
    His lips moved over her skin, caressing, planting kisses
here and there. Each time she felt the contact, her breath shuddered in her
throat.
    She turned her face toward him, seeking his mouth, but he
straightened out of her range.
    “Cole.” She hated the whining quality to her voice, but damn
it, he was teasing her.
    The twinkle in his gaze told her he knew what he was doing
to her and meant to keep going.
    He tapped her lips.
    “Not yet. Dice didn’t say to kiss you there. Where should I
kiss you next, hm?”
    Cole picked the die up from where he’d tossed it on the bed
and let it fall again.
    “Thighs, huh?” He sounded amused, and she could only guess
at the evil ideas running through his head.
    Tanya glanced from the die to her husband.
    Cole twisted the straps of her dress and bra off her
shoulders. Thighs be damned, her breasts ached.
    Her breathing hitched as he dipped his head to press kisses
to the fronts of her shoulders and along her collarbone. Cole turned her and
pushed her back against the mattress. The room spun; her heart was pounding too
hard against her ribs. Her nipples were tight, sensitive buds against the
abrasive fabric of her bra.
    Cole grasped one ankle. She propped herself up on her
elbows. He caught her watching him and held her gaze while he brought her foot
to his lips. Tanya held her breath as he kissed the top of her foot and up to
her ankle. He grabbed her other leg and repeated the worshipful treatment.
    Tanya’s panties were soaked. Honest-to-god wet. She couldn’t
remember the last time arousal had ruined her underwear for a night. The damn
box was worth every penny on these grounds alone.
    Her husband didn’t stop at her ankles. He pushed her knees
farther apart and