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could’ve climbed into a book together and made a dozen little bookworm babies and lived happily ever after.” His heart pounded erratically against his ribs. So much for playing his feelings close to the vest. “Ever heard that saying ‘opposites attract’?”
    “Fuck opposites. We’re like warring countries. Different planets. Whole frigging sol—”
    His mouth covered hers. Kissing her was the only way he knew to shut her up. Her anger flavored the kiss, but the wild slashes of her tongue against his didn’t exactly douse his flames. He released her wrists and drew her arms over her head until her breasts strained against her cotton blouse. She held the pose all on her own while he trailed his hands down her sides. Suddenly she stiffened. A little ticklish, maybe.
    And a whole lot sexy.
    Watching her, he tugged her top down with his teeth, pulling until the fabric exposed the swell of her breast. He nuzzled her skin, sucking gently while her hisses softened into barely audible whimpers.
    “You’re going to have to wear something a little less revealing for a few days.” Anticipation roughened his tone. “Since I’m going to leave marks all over you.”
    “What kind of marks?”
    “Ready to see my whip?” He got perverse enjoyment from the trepidation in her gaze. “Red marks. From my lips.”
    “Oh.”
    He gripped her shoulder and slid his free hand under her shirt to fumble with her bra clasp. Two tries and it held fast. By three, she was laughing.
    “Let me.”
    “Gonna run if I take my hands off you?”
    “No.” Her lips curved. “Because I want them right back there.” Oddly touched, he eased away as she dragged her top over her head. Her bra was next. Smooth caramel latte skin glowed in the lamplight, her large brown nipples puckered and infinitely arousing.
    “Milk,” he said, itching to touch. “Definitely milk.”
    “Sometimes they’re dark.” She cupped her hands under them in offering. “See for yourself.”
    Carter dipped his head and swirled his tongue over the tight peak, spurred on by her nails weaving through his hair. He couldn’t be rough with her, though he suspected she’d be amenable. He’d waited too long, built this moment up too much.
    The lightest skim of teeth brought on a long shiver, the slight roll of his thumb and forefinger elicited a muted gasp. He lifted her and laid her back on the bed, pleased to see her already working her skirt down her hips. When she was bared to him, her soft landing strip of curls already damp, dark lower lips gleaming with sensual promise, he dragged his fingers through her moisture and brought them to his lips. Only then did he think of the panties in his pocket. He tugged them out and tossed them onto his pillow.
    “You won’t be needing those.”
    She watched him silently, big brown eyes tracking every movement. Her lashes swept down as he drew his wet fingers into his mouth, the sooty fringe lifting when he extended his hand. She took it and sucked his fingers hard, the pull of her mouth acting as a blowtorch to his simmering lust.
    In her expression, he saw everything she wanted to do to him, things she’d never admit. Delicious things he’d never dared to wish for when it came to Alana MacGregor.
    But it wasn’t enough. He might be seriously infatuated, but he’d learned to deal with that emotion years ago. He needed her to accept who he was. To accept what she wanted and who she wanted it with.
    He tugged his fingers free and let them wander her shapely body. Along the curve of her breast, over her flat stomach, around her cute navel. He’d seen so many bellybutton rings he’d almost forgotten how provocatively innocent untouched skin could be. Her back arched and she shuddered under his fleeting touch, thrusting her round breasts high.
    His throat tightened but not nearly as much as his cock. She was incredible. More beautiful than the picture he’d kept in his nightstand for years could do justice.
    When he reached