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ear. He swallowed a small grunt of satisfaction when he felt her pulse pounding furiously. Considering the fact that his cock was straining at his fly and his own pulse wasn’t too steady, he was delighted to see that she was as affected by this as he was.
    He took a lot of time with the kiss, licking the inside of her mouth, coaxing her tongue to duel with his, moving his hand down over the slick fabric of her sleeve and around to cup one firm breast. But he wasn’t eighteen anymore or even twenty-five. And making out in a truck, even a tricked out one with a center console, was not his idea of a good time. Still, he told himself, take it nice and slow. She knows nothing about your life as a Dom. Might not even be attracted to it. Although if things worked out as he hoped, he planned to introduce her to it little by little, until she was as addicted as he was.
    She’ll be leaving soon.
    Again that little voice whispered in his head, but he ruthlessly suppressed it. One thing at a time. The first thing was to get her naked. Then he’d take it from there.
    “Can we get out of this truck and into your room?” He murmured the words against her lips.
    For a panicky moment, he thought she might say no. But then she pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. “Yes. It’s a lot more comfortable in there.”
    “Did you somehow get the feeling we were the object of a plot tonight?” he teased.
    She gave an unsteady laugh. “Embarrassingly so.”
    He helped her out of the truck, took the key card from her, and opened the door to her room. She flipped on the light switch that turned on a lamp beside the bed, giving the room a soft amber glow that disguised the utilitarian appearance of thousands of rooms just like it. Take it slow, he told himself again. Don’t attack her like a sex maniac. But she was just so damn hot.
    He managed to give her enough time to set her purse down before he pulled her into his arms. Then his body took over, running full throttle. This kiss was not nearly as gentle as the first one. Threading his fingers through her hair, he held her head in place while he thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth. God, she tasted incredible, sweet and hot at the same time. He fed from her, licking and sucking, drunk on the taste.
    He shifted one leg behind both of hers to pull her tight to his body and keep her there, her breasts soft pillows against his chest, her mound cushioning his cock. He couldn’t get enough of her, devouring her mouth, running his tongue everywhere over the inner surfaces, sucking her tongue hard into his mouth. He broke the contact only to drag air into his lungs, but he kept her pressed to his body, running one hand up and down her back.
    “I’m sorry,” he managed at last, their faces barely a breath apart.
    For a moment, hurt flashed in her eyes, and he realized she’d misunderstood him.
    “For falling on you like a starving man,” he explained. “But Jesus, Trish, it feels like I’ve been waiting for you forever.”
    “I—don’t know what to say.” Her lashes swept her cheeks as she looked down.
    “Say nothing.” He tipped up her head so he could see her eyes. “Just let me show you.”
    And keep the Dom in the closet, or you’ll likely scare her away.
    That was going to be hard. It was so much a part of who he was. But maybe, if things worked out—
    First things first, he told himself.
    Taking her hand, he led her toward the bed, stopping just inches from it. His automatic instinct was to order her to strip for him, but again he restrained himself. “Let me undress you. I want to take my time doing it so I can appreciate every inch of you.”
    He tugged the tails of her blouse from her fancy jeans and opened each snap one at a time. Unable to resist the creamy skin it revealed, he trailed his tongue over the ridge of her collarbone before pressing a string of kisses on the skin just beneath it. He paused a moment to take in the swell of her breasts above the red satin of her