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he’d known. “And what kind of car do you drive?”
    “I don’t drive. Where I live, there’s no need. Public transportation works for me.” She splayed her fingers and touched one of his tightened nipples. He swayed forward, rocking his hips into her instead of moving side to side like before.
    The thick length of his arousal pressed into her lower belly. With a stuttering sigh, she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, his gaze had intensified times ten. This was going so fast—but they only had seven days together. She tried to extinguish her nervousness and be the woman she’d come here to be.
    “Remind me of where you live again.”
    She shivered at the scrape of his words over her senses. He was seducing her with mundane questions most guys would learn in five minutes at dinner. But somehow Hugh’s focus on her made the questions important.
    “Atlanta.”
    “Ah. I detected a little drawl in your voice.”
    She tilted her head. “Really? I didn’t grow up in Atlanta. I moved there after college.”
    He planted his hands on her waist and swept her in a full circle. The motion was so quick, she would have been dizzy if she hadn’t been completely centered on his handsome face. Surprise made her laugh, a hearty belly laugh that made him laugh too.
    Hugh was all country boy, yet he was able to move smoothly, as fluid as a dancer. He spun her again. Behind him sun streamed into the space, turning the walls to butter and his tanned skin to gold. She wet her lower lip. Would he taste salty? Spicy?
    Zeroing in on her mouth, Hugh asked, “What kind of soap did you wash this sexy body with today?”
    “Wh—?” She shook her head, stumbling on his question. “I flew into Houston and stayed the night. I showered in the hotel early this morning before catching a cab that brought me to the ranch.”
    By slow increments he lowered his head. For a breath-stuttering minute she thought he was going to kiss her. But he bypassed her lips and nuzzled her throat. An invisible string between his mouth and her pussy tightened, and she clung to him to keep from falling over.
    Hugh wrapped an arm around her waist, bending her back over it. Then he raised his head and stared right into her eyes. “Sibyll, I’m going to kiss you.”
    No more questions. Just raw, pure control. Dumbly, she nodded. As he swooped in, she closed her eyes and let him take possession.
    Just as before, his mouth was soft but his beard rough. Flavors infused her head. For a moment, she feared she’d make an idiot of herself with bad breath or inexperienced kisses. Of course, Hugh would be trained to handle these problems.
    Angling his head, he fitted his mouth more firmly over hers. When he probed the seam of her lips with his tongue, she gasped.
    His tongue filled her mouth, warm and soft and incredibly erotic. He stroked it against hers gently at first, using small flicks that hardened her nipples to a level of pain she hadn’t known she needed.
    He ran one hand up her torso, around to her spine, and slipped his fingers under her hair. When he twisted the mass and yanked her head back, they shared a groan.
    Walking her backward with as much finesse as he’d spun her, he continued to kiss her. Sibyll kept her eyes shut and allowed him to lead, trusting him even if she didn’t know him.
    Well, she knew some things. Like the fact that he tensed when she ran a thumb over his nipple. And he’d taken just the right care in awakening her body.
    He tore his mouth from hers, and keeping her head back by her stretched hair, dropped a kiss to her throat.
    She squeaked, wriggling.
    Against her skin, he rumbled, “I knew it. No one’s touched so many parts of you.”
    “No,” she gasped, her former lovers’ attentions like a news reel of failed attempts in her memory.
    He raised his head. “I’m going to touch every single spot.”
    They’d reached the bedroom. He lifted her off her feet and laid her on the cloud-like mattress. She sank into