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again.
    It’s neither good nor healthy. You’ve been hired to protect her. You’ve got to stop this.
    It was a rational thought, but the ability for any rational action was lost when she angled her head up to take his earlobe between her teeth and nibbled.
    Outside the storm raged. Rain pelted hard against the third-story window. The scarlet-neon hotel sign threw a red glow into the room. Vanessa’s smile was wickedly naughty as she dropped her head back to the mattress and looked up at him, her lips glistening.
    She splayed a palm against the flat of his chest and pushed him away.
    “What is it?” he rasped huskily. “Have you changed your mind?”
    “Sit,” Vanessa commanded, getting to her feet and patting the mattress with her hand.
    Tanner obeyed.
    She stepped away from him and in that soft red glowing light slanting through the window, she slowly begin to disrobe, sliding down the zipper of her dress, easing the capped sleeves over her shoulders, exposing inch after tantalizing inch of light caramel skin.
    He gulped. What a show.
    Finally, the silky dress floated down her body to pool at her feet. She stepped out of the garment, but Tanner didn’t notice. He was too busy staring at the hot vision of her in a black lace bra molded to her high, sumptuous breasts.
    His hands tingled with the need to touch her, to fill his palms with the weight of her bosom. He wanted to run his tongue over her skin, taste her rich womanly flavor. He wanted her in the most elemental way. At least for tonight, for this moment. She was the antidote to his malaise.
    Tanner’s attention fully captured, his gaze tracked from her chest to the smooth curve of her belly to her black satin thong panties, clinging so provocatively to her sweet, luscious ass.
    Then slowly she raised one leg and cocked her stilettoed foot on his thigh, the thin heel digging lightly into him. “Undo me.”
    His fingers felt big as sausages as he fumbled with the delicate buckle at her slender ankle.
    Her breathing was shallow and quick.
    The buckle was stubborn.
    Not looking so smooth, slick.
    In irritation, Tanner slipped the strap under her heel and just peeled the shoe off her foot, leaving the buckle still fastened. He tossed the shoe over his shoulder. It landed with a plop on the other side of the room.
    “Give me,” he said, indicating her other foot.
    She complied, putting her bare foot on the floor and extending her other leg across his outstretched palm. Touching the sensuous curve of her calf proved more than Tanner could handle—he had to have her now. He dispensed with the second shoe, then wrapped his hand around that delicious calf and lay back against the headboard, pulling her with him.
    Vanessa made a soft noise of half surprise, half pleasure. She was atop him again and his arms went around her waist. Her breasts were pressed against his chest and her head was cocked back.
    She was ogling him as if he was something interesting she’d found in a novelty store. Her look was both unsettling and provocative.
    His fingers went for the clasp of her bra.
    She reached back and closed a hand over his fingers. “Not so fast, Tex. It’s your turn to remove an article of clothing.”
    He didn’t need any more encouragement than that.
    Tanner pulled his shirt over his head without bothering to unbutton it, and toed off his shoes. Her fingers were plucking at the waistband of his pants, working the snap and zipper almost simultaneously.
    She shucked the pants down his legs, Tanner lifting his hips to help. His slacks quickly joined her dress on the floor. He and Vanessa were left in their underwear staring into each other’s eyes.
    Sharp appreciation increased Vanessa’s awareness as she drank in Tanner’s muscular body. The man was a work of art.
    A flash of lightning flooded the room in split-second illumination, emphasizing the intensity of what was happening between them. A myriad of sensations pelted her. The sound of his ragged breathing.