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mingled with her rapid breaths. He’d barely touched her, and she was undone.
    Instead of letting the dress fall heavily to the floor as she’d expected, he held it up. As he tugged the sleeves off, one at a time, his mouth found the curve of her neck and sucked.
    And then he was at her feet. “Step out,” he ordered.
    Her hands curled around his shoulders, holding on as she did. Just above the edge of her stocking, the rough stubble of his jaw brushed against the outside of her thigh. But before she could enjoy the sensation, he was on his feet again and walking away. With her dress in his hands.
    Willow turned to watch as he draped it carefully over a chair. When he was satisfied, he spun back to her. “That dress is too beautiful to leave in a puddle on the floor.”
    If that statement had come from any other man she would have worried. But Dev was too masculine and inherently sexual for the words to be anything but a show of consideration for her creation and hard work.
    The last of her doubts fled.
    From across the room the heat of his dark gaze raked her body. She’d never been so grateful for beautiful underwear in her life.
    Because the foundation garments that went under her dresses were just as important as the fit of the gowns, Willow insisted on selling lingerie for the brides. And because she knew that new husbands would be seeing them, she also demanded that the pieces be lovely, sensual and enticing.
    The benefit of selling the stuff was getting to take home the pieces she fell in love with. Beautiful lingerie was a secret weakness of hers. Something that she could keep to herself. Although tonight she was happy to share.
    His eyes feasted on her. “ That is unexpected.”
    “What?”
    The merry widow was white and made of see-through mesh and lace. It was strapless; the cups and boning kept it in place. The edge skimmed right at the curve of her hips and a cutout in front showcased matching panties. Tiny iridescent beads edged the lace, and delicate garters stretched down her thighs.
    With deliberate steps Dev crossed the room. He stopped before her, but didn’t touch. At least, not with anything more than his gaze.
    “I didn’t think anything could top the dress. I was wrong. I almost wish you still had the wings.”
    Overwhelmed, Willow dropped her focus to the ground between them.
    “Don’t.” The single growling word startled her into looking back up.
    “Don’t what?”
    “Don’t go all virginal on me.”
    Something about the way he said the word virginal pissed her off. He was...annoyed.
    This time, she was the one to close the space between them. Grabbing the tie she’d already loosened, Willow pulled him tight against her half-naked body. The texture of his suit touching her skin only served to remind her that she was vulnerable while he was still completely covered up.
    He could have stopped her, but he didn’t. Instead, he let her pull him down, his back arching so they were face-to-face.
    “Don’t let the white fool you. I haven’t been a virgin since I was sixteen.”
    The dark wing of his eyebrows rose in surprise. “That young?”
    “Let’s just say it was a moment of weakness.”
    “Like me.”
    “Not like you. That was a regrettable bow to peer pressure and was hardly earth-shattering. This is a moment of insanity. And I have a feeling I’ll remember it for the rest of my life. For much better reasons.”
    “God, I hope so.”
    “God has nothing to do with it.”
    Without warning, Dev swept her up into his arms.
    She directed him to her bedroom, and he carried her up the stairs as if she was as light as one of the feathers that lay scattered in their wake. He didn’t bother to turn on lights when he reached her room. There was enough moonlight that he could see. Placing her softly on the bed, Dev took a step back.
    Willow leaned up on her elbows to watch.
    Without a care for his own clothes, he let the suit coat slide to the floor. She almost protested, but her