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the first door he came to and nudging her in. The door swung closed
behind him. He didn’t give her a chance to repeat her question.
Pulling her close, he locked his arms around her waist, bent to her
mouth, and devoured her.
    The sweet taste of her lips burst over him
and her moan of arousal filled his ears. She didn’t fight him, but
she held back, held some of herself away from him. It was
infuriating. He slid one of his hands from the small of her back to
the bodice of the dress, placing it lightly over her heart. It
thudded, skipped a beat when he ran his fingers over the swell of
her breasts, seemed to stop a full minute when they danced over her
nipples. She pressed against them, and he knew she was looking for
more. More pressure, more pleasure. He’d be happy to oblige, but
under his own terms. He broke the kiss.
    “Submit, Calista,” he whispered close to her
ear.
    He kept his voice husky, full of the arousal
that all but consumed him, careful to keep the edge of command out
of it. She wasn’t quite ready for that yet. Her face pressed
against his shoulder, and she shook her head.
    “Surrender to me, Calista. You won’t regret
it.”
    He kissed a path along her jaw, back to her
lips. He kept the kiss gentle, slow. Coaxing. Finally she sighed
and molded her body against his. His senses sang in triumphant and
need; he kicked the kiss up a notch and he could smell her
response.
    He picked her up and walked farther into the
room, trying to look around without breaking their connection.
Spotting what he was looking for, he switched directions and sat on
the sofa. She shifted, trying to get comfortable, and her bottom
caressed his cock. He inhaled sharply, afraid he’d burst before he
got inside her. This might not have been one of his brightest
ideas.
    He played with the buttons down her back. He
appreciated the dress, but it was going to be a pain in the ass
getting her out of it. Not to mention back into it. The hell with
that. The dress could stay on. He’d watched her dress, and unless
she’d added it during the carriage ride over, there were no
undergarments on under that shift. He pulled the hem up to her
waist and lifted her, turning her so she straddled him. Then he
explored, elation filling him when his fingers found her bare and
delved through the soft curls to her cunt. He reached for the snaps
on the front of his trousers. Finally. He’d been waiting
hours to get inside her.
    He got the first snap free, and then there
came a tap, tap, tap on the door. He groaned in frustration.
He should have expected it. Rheana peeked her head inside the door
and slid in quickly, closing it behind her with a soft click. Then
she turned her back.
    “Sorry to barge in.”
    He heard the snicker in her voice and knew
she wasn’t. Then to his regret, Calista stood and straightened her
skirts. He discretely re-buttoned his pants.
    “It’s safe. Come make sure my hair’s
okay.”
    Rheana sauntered over, not bothering to hide
her grin any longer and taking her time looking over Calista’s
hair.
    She laughed. “Really, Kane. Sex at a party?
How cliché. Wasn’t the shower recent enough? You know, that wasn’t
quite what we had in mind when we talked about christening the new
lavatory.”
    He groaned. It was bad enough neither of
those incidents made it to completion, but that she knew about
them? No doubt she planned to throw it in his face at every
opportunity. Why did he get cursed with a mate with a meddling
sister? Damn it. Maybe he could hurry her along.
    “Is there something particular you wanted,
Rheana? Or is ruining my night enough?”
    The sisters looked at each and burst out
laughing. He forgot his frustration as he watched, reminded again
that there were whole other facets to Calista he didn’t know. He
was going to enjoy peeling away her layers. Starting with that
dress.
    “Well?”
    Rheana sobered, wiping tears from the corners
of her eyes. “Yes, I did. Need something, I mean. Not the