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worked.
    She had fantasized about this for years. Dreaming. Hoping.
Lying in bed at night with her busy fingers between her spread thighs,
imagining the fingers were his. But was she ready to turn all her fantasies
into reality?
    Hell yes!
    She lowered her hands, gathered the hem of her dress in her
fingers and inched it up her thighs until the stretchy fabric was crinkled at
her waist. She waited.
    And waited.
    And waited.
    When would he turn around?
    She shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
    Spread her stance the slightest bit.
    And still waited.
    Exposure aside, her hairless pussy was experiencing the
cooling effects from the soft evening breeze flowing through the partially
opened bottom window over the sink.
    “Pierce?”
    “Yes?”
    “I did as you asked.”
    “That’s nice.” He remained facing the sink.
    That’s it? Nice!
    This wasn’t anything like the hundreds of fantasies she’d
envisioned, painstakingly written in her diary. Pierce was supposed to be
consumed by lust the minute he set eyes on her. Kiss her. Strip her. Maybe
spank her. Fuck her. So mad with desire, he was unable to keep his hands off
her.
    He said he’d read her diary. Did he have a comprehension
issue? Maybe he was one of those speed readers who glossed over a lot. Too bad
she sucked at art; otherwise, she’d have drawn some graphic pictures. Could be
he was a visual guy. Like most men who professed to actually reading the
articles in Playboy and Penthouse . Yeah, right.
    Patience! Her silent reprimand was easier said than
done.
    She heaved a low sigh, closed her eyes. There was nothing to
say she couldn’t make good use of her fantasies while she waited. No sense
letting the fire that had been building since his arrival die down completely.
    “Ow!” Eyes flying wide, Heather jerked her hand up. Away
from her tingling mound.
    “Did I give you permission to play with my pussy?”
    “No.” She took note of the possessive term. “But you were
ignoring me. And—”
    “A simple, no, Pierce. Or, no Sir, will do.”
    She sealed her lips against an automatic retort. Quickly
counted to ten. “No Sir .”
    He framed her face with his hands.
    He didn’t say anything for long moments. His green eyes
intent, his slightly rough thumbs stroked over her cheekbones.
    She wasn’t sure exactly what he was looking for, but she
kept her gaze steady, her body relaxed. She was nervous about the situation.
Not about being with Pierce. Making love to him. Her nervousness stemmed from
disappointing him. Herself. Unwittingly doing something that would send him
walking out the door.
    Distracted, it took her a second or two to realize his gaze
cleared and there was a smile in his eyes.
    She smiled in return.
    His hands guiding the rotation of her head, he kissed her
forehead, the corner of each eye, her temples, each cheek, her nose. Between
one sweep of the second hand on the wall clock and another, he claimed her
lips.
    It was everything she’d dreamed it would be and so much
more.
    Alternately soft and hard. Passive and possessive. The sure
hot strokes of his tongue when it slid between her lips to pillage her mouth
set off a steady string of tiny flares throughout her body.
    “Mmmm. Pierce.” Her soft moan echoed through their joined
mouths.
    He rotated her head to the side, deepened the kiss.
Gentleness falling by the wayside.
    His lips were a hard press. Teeth clicked. Tongues met in a
desperate, wet dance.
    No tentative exploration.
    Just hot masculine assertion.
    Even without his muscular width blocking the cool evening
air drifting past the sill, heat would have flared in her core.
    In need of relief, she sent her hips forward in search of
the hard ridge she knew would be behind those expensive tailored black pants he
wore.
    His hands slid to her waist, held her back.
    She sought his gaze.
    He touched his forehead to hers. Their combined accelerated
breaths stabbing the narrow space between them.
    His breathing leveled out first. A