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return tonight.”
    His hesitation urged her to assert herself before he started pushing her around. “I’ll lock the windows and doors.”
    “I’ll stay here tonight,” he informed her as if she hadn’t said a word.
    “In my bed?” To her immense frustration, her sentence ended on a squeak.
    Nikolai glanced at the bed and back at her. His lips kicked up in a faint smile. “Does it look as if we’d both fit in this sorry excuse for a bed?”
    “There’s no need for sarcasm.”
    “I’ll sleep in Henry’s room.”
    “Fine. You’re going to do what you want no matter what I say.” She stalked to her bedroom door and arched her brows in a silent order for him to leave. He made no effort to depart, and she spelled it out bluntly. “Good night.”
    The instant he cleared the doorway, she slammed her door shut. She heard a chuckle before his slow, uneven retreat. Good. He’s gone.
    As she picked up a hairbrush and a tube of lipstick, she shoved Nikolai from her mind or tried to. Everywhere she looked, she was reminded of him. The first-aid kit still sat on her bed. Used pieces of cotton wool and a tube of antiseptic ointment were in plain sight, the impression his body had made on her duvet jolted her back in time. Lord, she could even smell the spicy scent of his soap.
    Summer stomped around her bed and picked up a discarded drawer. She scooped up piles of silky lingerie and dumped them inside. She gathered a pile of books the intruders had tossed on the floor, along with the ring binder containing her study notes. Once the room looked more habitable, she decided to attempt sleep. She crawled under the covers and flicked off the bedside lamp.
    Ten minutes later, she was still wide-awake. She reached over and turned on her lamp. She’d read. That was what she’d do. She checked the shelf where she’d left her parcel, frowned then fished inside the straw basket by her bed. Ah-ha! She extracted a package wrapped in brown paper from amongst two others and the rest of the junk in her basket. Ripping it open, she smiled and turned over the first book. Her satisfaction faded. She pulled the second book from the parcel and scanned the title, then the third.
    This wasn’t her package.
    These weren’t her books.
    A frustrated scream lodged in her throat, but she bit down on her tongue and glared at a book on fly-fishing. She would’ve released the screech if it wasn’t for Nikolai’s presence.
    A card fluttered free from one of the books. It read, Special order for Alistair Martin .
    So much for the reading idea.
    She groaned and hoped Alistair Martin appreciated her hot romances.

Chapter Four
    Nikolai haunted her thoughts all day just as he’d inhabited her Technicolor dreams throughout the night. The naked visual in her memory combined with all the sexual how-to articles she’d read to produce a truly stunning fantasy.
    Two people slow dancing, their arms wrapped around each other. She and the big, bad SAS man. Slowly undressing. Letting clothing fall to the carpet while they continued to move to the music, rubbing against each other, pausing to slide lips across each newly bared body part. Her breasts tingling as Nikolai slid his mouth across the upper slopes and curves then tugged at a straining nipple through the silky fabric of her lemon-colored bra. He pulled away, leaving a circle of wet fabric.
    “Do you like that?”
    Summer considered. “I’m not sure. You’d better do it again.”
    Nikolai laughed, his dark eyes gleaming. “We can’t have that. A woman should have an opinion about something this important.” And he bent his dark head again, sucking the tip of her other fabric-covered nipple into his mouth.
    A sensation of heat engulfed her entire body. She gripped his shoulder. “I need… It might be better if I took this off. I wouldn’t want you to get fluff-balls.”
    Two dark brows shot toward his hairline as he released her nipple to stare at her. “Fluff-balls?”
    “Like fur-balls