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touched you everywhere except … where … you … needed …"
    Viviana let her eyes flutter shut as his warm hand teased her. It was a pleasurable kind of torture to feel his hands slide over her clothing. Once or twice, he dipped his fingers underneath the neckline of her vest, making goose bumps line up on her skin.
    "I thought about what it might feel like to run my fingertips over your face, to touch that gorgeous hair of yours. I thought about what it might be like to feel you start to want me …"
    He leaned over her body, supporting most of his weight on his elbow. He kissed her with a kind of leisure that said that he had all the time in the world. She could hear the noise from the floor below, but it felt otherworldly. It was as if the only thing in the world that mattered was being up here with Mikal, feeling the way he was touching her. Now that he was this close, she could feel how aroused he was, how the same fire that ran through her ran through him as well. There was something unspeakably exciting about the idea that he was so excited but that he was restraining himself.
    "I want you to feel so good that you can't stand it. I want you to call my name and I want you to come over, and over, and over again …"
    His hand ghosted up over her thigh, gently touching her between her legs. It was sweet and tender, but it was nowhere near as firm as the touch she wanted. When she bucked her hips up against his hand, however, he pulled it away.
    "You're teasing me," she whispered, a mock-wounded note in her voice.
    "Consider it a form of revenge," he said. "Whenever I saw you this week, I thought of what you looked like naked, what you might sound like when I kissed your neck, your breasts, your belly … I think you can take a little frustration for me, can't you, beautiful?"
    "How do you know that I wasn't just as frustrated as you?" she murmured, reaching up to touch his face. "How do you know that I wasn't thinking about dragging you into a handy closet, pressing you against the wall, and seeing what you felt like when you were completely aroused, when you could think of nothing but what it might be like to have me …"
    Mikal went completely still for a moment. She caught a glimpse of his amazing green eyes right before his mouth crashed down onto hers. There was nothing calculated about this kiss, nothing planned to tease her. Instead, it was something that they were both feeling, something that they both needed. He pressed her against the floor, holding her hair to keep her still as he kissed her savagely. His previous kiss had been taunting and sweet, but this one was unleashed raw sensuality. He wanted her, and now he was going to take her. Viviana arched up against him, feeling as if this was what she had wanted, had wanted for every moment of her life.
    She could feel him push her skirt up, moving it past her knees, baring her legs. She knew what was going to happen, and she wanted it so much. She was on the verge of opening herself up to him entirely when there was a roar from downstairs. Both she and Mikal froze, and Mikal pulled back.
    "Dammit," he hissed. "The dancing is beginning …"
    "So?" she asked. Her hand was on his shoulder, ready to pull him back down, but he shook his head.
    "We're supposed to lead it."
    "Oh, hell," she swore.
    In a heartbeat she was on her feet, smoothing down her clothes, and tidying her hair. She was a master of appearances, and in a few moments, she looked as innocent as she had when she climbed the stairs.
    "Check me," she said. "How do I look?"
    "Impressively untumbled. Let's go …"
    She caught his elbow, holding him back. "Hang on. You look like you've been rolling around on a dusty floor with a girl who's of no matter than she ought to be …"
    He laughed for a moment as she tidied his clothes as well. "There, are we ready?"
    "Not yet," she said as she pulled him in for a deep kiss. She had learned that she should never take anything for granted. In a few hours, perhaps