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wide screen on the wall and the fully stocked bar. He
swung open one door, assuredly guiding her through the doorway in
front of him. He closed the door. They both were inside the
darkness. Lights lit up the huge room and she saw him at the light
switch as he turned the controls to a less brilliant glow.
    He strolled to the side of the pillow-laden
king sized bed with an air of confidence. His suit jacket slipped
off his broad shoulders. He tossed the jacket on an upholstered
chair. She nervously ran her finger over her lips. Her eyes rolled
toward the door, then the huge bed before resting back on him. His
eyes remained on her, still standing at the door, as he unbuttoned
the sleeves of his shirt, pulled the shirttail out of his pants and
started on the buttons down the front.
    “I’m not a patient man. I suggest you follow
suit unless you want that dress ripped off. If you do… I have no
problem obliging.” There was a tease in his voice and seriousness
in his gaze. His shirt joined the jacket with a toss of his hand.
The muscles in his rock hard, well-defined chest flexed from the
casual action, weakening her knees. She bit her lower lip to keep
her mouth from dropping open. Her courage faltered with the
realization she wasn’t just an observer but an active participant.
Her gaze fell into his. She couldn’t resist the wolfish gleam in
those gorgeous eyes. Not with the fire raging through body his gaze
invoked. He kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt. Hannah
stood there frozen in an almost hypnotic state and watched him
strip. As much as she wanted to see him nude she didn’t want to
look like an idiot when she did. She slipped out of her sandals,
pulled her purse strap over her head, dropping her purse to join
her sandals. She walked to the other side of the bed, while she
nervously unbuttoned her dress. After all, she needed to wear
something out of the hotel when she left.
    With her back to him, she slipped her dress
straps over her shoulders. The cotton fabric titillated her skin,
tickling over her before it crumbled to the floor. With only a
thong separating her from total nudity, she crossed her arms over
her breast, turning to face her sexy stranger. His hand reached to
her right shoulder, coaxing her to face him from his shocking new
location, on her side of the bed. Her breath retreated sharply into
her chest. She trembled under the weight of his sturdy grip.
    “I’m a visual person. I like to admire
beautiful things and see their reaction to what I’m doing to them.
I plan on doing a hell of lot of things to you.” That must have
been his way of saying the lights stayed on. After seeing him stark
naked she wanted them on. Any trepidation of him seeing her
intimate exposure vanished as the sight of his manliness filled her
mind. He was the vision that would forever be imprinted in her
memory, listed under perfection. The ripples of his muscular body,
the tuft of hair on his chest that pointed an arrow to his engorged
column, the Special Forces tattoo on his upper arm, all combined to
consume her with a heedless need. Her hands wanted, needed and did,
touch the hair on his solid chest before she knew what they were
doing, all on their own volition.
    He cupped her face in his hands. With a
slight tilt of her head, he captured her gaze, locking theirs eyes
together.
    The soft touch of his hands on her neck
smoothed slow and meticulously down her neck to her shoulders
leaving her quivering inside. His penetrating gaze caressed her
body, stopping on her thong. His thumbs hooked under the thin
strips of white lace on her sides. Her heart rate quickened as his
fingers slid over her hips pulling the skimpy lace band over her
rounded curvature. He watched the lacey swatch fall down her legs
settling around her ankles. She slightly raised each foot to step
out of her last article of clothing, separating her past from her
future. Her nakedness and vulnerability starkly screamed this was
really happening. The