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toward the bride spoke volumes about her willingness to see her friend happy.
    Layers upon layers, carefully shielding the woman beneath—from what, he wasn’t certain—but damned if he didn’t want to find out. In a few short hours, he recognized a certain kindred spirit. Becoming obsessed with her wouldn’t be hard. Getting involved, especially when he had to leave in less than sixty hours, was a mistake.
    “Lily?” He read the hesitation in her eyes. If she changed her mind, he would accept it. Stuffing his desire down, he ignored the raging need tightening his balls.
    “What did you call me?” She set her clutch purse on a side table and drifted closer to him.
    “Lily,” he repeated. “It’s affectionate. You don’t like it?”
    “No, it’s fine.” Her hand hovered close to his chest and he held his breath. Would she actually touch him? Maybe she hadn’t changed her mind? Hope rose, along with a lick of anticipation. With a feather-light touch, she traced her fingers across his chest and some of the tension in his spine eased.
    If he hadn’t enjoyed it so much, he might have called himself pathetic. All of his training dissolved when compared to this woman and it defied all rational thought to want her so much.
    “You’re still dressed,” he reminded, uncertain of how much longer he would hold out without stripping off her clothes and taking her right there on the floor. Not really the way one should treat a lady—but the idea of taking her against the wall, on the table…with her gorgeous dark legs wrapped around his hips and her nails digging into his back as he drove them both over the edge appealed.
    A tremble shook her. “I don’t do this.”
    Reality crashed into his mental fantasy and he sucked it up, covering her hand on his chest with his. “No problem, I’ll get dressed and get you that coffee. Or take you back to your car….”
    “No.” She caught his hand with her other one and stepped in, her body colliding gently with his. “I just meant I don’t usually do this. The last time I picked up a guy at a party was in college. And…sad as it is to say, it has been a while. A long while. I’m nervous as hell.”
    The words spilled out of her in a torrent. Wrapping an arm around her, Paul did the only thing that came to mind—he silenced her with a kiss. She opened to him on a sigh. Twining his tongue with hers, he concentrated on only kissing her while keeping his hands still and steady. If he started caressing her, well—the dress was history.
    She nipped his tongue, a careful grazing of her teeth, and moaned low in her throat. Her responsiveness drove him wild, like an adrenaline junkie riding one wave of need to the next.
    “Then we go slow,” he murmured, nuzzling her mouth. Even if it kills me . “And you let me do everything.”
    “Everything?” Challenge rose in her voice.
    “Everything. You give me control.” He rubbed her back lightly, tracing the line of her spine. Her soft skin above the dress and the warmth hidden by the fabric teased him. The damn piece of clothing had to go.
    Uncertainty wavered in her expression, but he waited.
    “Like…Dominance and submission games?”
    Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he indulged his need to touch her—especially if they were going to have a conversation about it. “Just like that. Only it’s not a game.”
    “I’m not into spanking.” But she knew how to draw a line clearly.
    “No, not spanking…control. This isn’t bondage or sadism or masochism. Just surrender and pleasure.” He caught the lobe of her ear and gave it a gentle tug. Another shudder rippled over her and she let go of his hand to clutch his shoulder. “It’s about letting go of your inhibitions, and your worry. You listen to me, do what you’re told and I’ll give you lots of pleasure, baby.”
    From her ear, he licked and nibbled a path to her throat. Her pulse hammered under his lips and he allowed a smile at her excitement. So soft, so