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dog sleeping pillow—the thing was easily twice his size—gripped in his teeth. He dragged it to his corner between the nightstand and the wall, yapped once and ran out of the room again. Isabella smiled after him. A minute later he was back, this time carrying his favorite transitional object, a fuzzy pink floppy-eared bunny called Fluffles. Isabella watched while he arranged Fluffles on the pillow and then collapsed in his usual position, with his head resting on Fluffles’s butt.
    Isabella had just sighed with contentment, flipped to the Food Network to watch Paula Deen and was in the process of slathering her legs with her Bath & Body Works cream—Dancing Waters, of course—when Eric tapped lightly on the door.
    “Come in,” she called without thinking, her hands gliding up her bent right leg.
    Eric walked in and opened his mouth to speak, but the words died on his lips when he saw what she was doing. To her complete astonishment, he studied her with a burning lust he didn’t bother trying to hide.

Chapter 4
     
    A warning bell rang in her mind—it was late, she was wearing skimpy jammies, they were in her bedroom, he was a man, she was a woman, they’d been drinking wine—but then time ground to a halt and it was too late for any remedial measures, like sliding her legs under the duvet.
    She looked right into his eyes and delicious goose bumps erupted over every inch of her skin. Her heart stopped and then began the kind of furious gallop that made people reach for the phone to call 9-1-1. Stunned and frozen, she waited, not breathing, to see what Eric would do. The stark hunger in his face and intense interest in those dark eyes were not expressions she’d ever seen before, but, God help her, she liked seeing them now.
    This was not Eric her friend. She knew that right away. This Eric was a complete stranger, someone she’d never before laid eyes on, a being as foreign to her as an alien just arrived on his spaceship. This was Eric the man, and he looked like he was excruciatingly aware of her as a woman, for the first time in their relationship.
    He started at the bottom and didn’t miss one millimeter of her body. His slow gaze traveled up past her feet and calves, paused on her thighs and then continued up to her breasts, where it stopped and lingered.
    As though a switch had been flipped, her breasts swelled to aching, until it felt as though all the blood in her body had been diverted to her nipples. They were pointed and prominent now, she knew.
    Eric knew it, too. His gleaming gaze zeroed in, as though he understood how her tank top abraded the sensitive buds every time her chest heaved for air, as though he wanted to suck her, hard, into his mouth as much as she wanted him to—needed him to.
    Breathless with anticipation, she couldn’t think or move, and, worse, was forced to indulge in seconds of unadulterated staring because Eric was still the best-looking man she’d ever seen, bar none.
    He’d changed his clothes for bed and now wore black shorts and had a towel slung around his neck. Not exactly Armani, but with a body like that it hardly mattered. He moved and the simple gesture of rubbing the top of his head caused a rippling chain reaction of muscles all over his torso. Those wide, sculpted shoulders and arms pulsed with sinew and he was so beautiful —so incredibly stunning—that she wouldn’t mind being struck blind at this very moment as long as she had this memory of him to sustain her through the darkness.
    His lower body was as incredible. Butt, thighs, calves…muscles, muscles, muscles. Gleaming skin, too. Vast stretches of smooth brown skin, as though someone had taken a can of walnut spray paint to one of Michelangelo’s statues and then breathed life into it.
    It wasn’t just the way Eric looked or looked at her that had her hot and bothered and tied her belly up in delicious knots. His masculine energy took up all the space in the bedroom, leaving none for the air she