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“I think we’dbetter go.”

“Huh?”Head still in the clouds, Celeste tried switching gears from his kissto the sudden change in subject and failed.

Shewasn’t the only one who’d gotten hot and bothered. Hisgreen eyes sparkled with an emotion other than merriment. Theintensity of his gaze was unnerving. And yet, he seemed perfectly incontrol.

“Let’s go,”he stood, holding out his hand. “We’ll end up missing themovies.”

“Why are you sodifferent?” Embarrassed, she didn’t mean to voice herthoughts out loud, Celeste groaned. “I—I didn’tmean that.”

“Yeah, you did.”Entwining their fingers, he pulled her into him. Rock hard andunyielding, his body was in direct contrast to hers. Heck,practically every man she’d been with. Shane was a man’sman. Built to work hard and play even harder.

“You’rewondering why I’m not like all those other clowns out there.”He tipped her head up with a finger under her chin. “You’rewondering why I never paw you or take liberties.”

Celeste nodded. He’dhit it on the head.

“I’m leaving itup to you.”

“Up to me?”

He cupped her face and hisbare fingers were hot against her skin. “When you’regood and ready,” he leaned in and kissed the corner of hermouth, “I want you to tell me you want me.” He angled hishead in the other direction and kissed the other side of her mouth.

“Just say the words.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

Celestesqueezed her eyes shut to curb the damage, regain some control. Itwas bad enough that the sight of him, the sound of his voice, histouch took a constant toll on her, but to be given the choice. Hewas worse than any drug!

Tired offighting the inevitable, Celeste whispered, “I want you.”

His expression,what she saw in his green eyes, told her what he was going to dobefore even before he lowered his head. His tongue slipped betweenher lips and she followed with her own. She couldn’t holdback. His mouth was too damn intoxicating.

Withoutreleasing her lips, Shane slowly guided her backward until her bottombrushed against the kitchen table. Lifting her with a hand under eachbutt cheek, he placed her on the table top.

Inch by inch,he lifted the hem of her dress. Instinctively, she wrapped her legsaround his waist and drew him closer.

Theimperceptible rip of fabric was followed by a cold rush of air alongher spine. Celeste gasped as he cupped her breasts gently, almostreverently. He lifted and rotated them slowly, while his thumbsgrazed her nipples, turning them into hard little peaks and herinsides into quivering mush.

He dipped hishead at the same time he gripped the edges of the back of her dressand tugged. The fabric stretched then gave way with a loud popping ofstitches. Instead of removing her clothes, he’d ripped themright off her back.

Celeste hadlittle time to dwell on the loss or the fact that she was naked fromthe waist up. As soon as he divested her of her garments, he closedhis mouth over a throbbing peak. Groaning, she gripped the back ofhis head and held him against her breast.

He suckled herwith his tongue and blew softly across the wet tip, causing her tobuck and arch against him. The room tipped and revolved around themin the most peculiar fashion. Celeste felt tossed about, caught up ina tidal wave and swept along with the quickening rush of her bloodand the erratic hammering of her heart. It wasn’t like she wasa virgin for goodness sakes, but he seemed to know exactly how to plyher flesh and create sensations she never knew existed.

Driven by sheerprimitive instinct, Celeste snatched at his shirt, yanked it open andsent buttons flying in all directions. She was desperate to touchskin to skin.

Of the samemindset, Shane lifted her dress until it floated around her waist andhe quickly divested her of her silk tap pants.

“Hurry,”she panted as he plucked furiously at the buttons of his trousers.

But onceundone, he didn’t come inside. Instead, he rubbed the fleshwhere her legs joined her hips. Each stroke opened her wider andbrought him closer to her center, yet never touching.

“What areyou waiting for?” Celeste gripped his lean hips with herthighs. “You’re torturing…”

The rest of herplea wedged in her throat as his fingers slid inside her.

Oh, God!Celeste thought dazedly. This wasn’t some drunken fool’sfumbling that always left her dry and irritated. Shane’sfingers were pure magic as they moved with tantalizing slowness overher sex with bold strokes. Long fingers parted her folds and latchedonto the hard nub. In varying degrees of intensity, he pinched andplayed with her sensitive flesh.

Celesteclutched his shoulders.

“Easy.”His fingers—long and thick and perfectly capable of driving herout of her mind—pressed deeper, making her toes curl. “I’mgoing to give you what you want soon enough.”

Temporarilyconceding, Celeste rode him out. Smart move. He touched her where andhow she wanted to be touched. Even the rough texture of his clothesexcited her. He was her drug, his lips, his tongue, his fingers. Altogether they targeted nerve endings that had her thrashinguncontrollably, moaning and close to tears.

But what movedher most was the fact that he made her feel cherished Celeste thoughtbemusedly as he stroked, traced and kissed every curve and dip on herbody until she became light headed and her inner thighs became slick.

Ashamed, sheburied her face in his neck. Unfortunately, his cologne, a spicy mixof orange, cedar and tarragon shot through her system.

“I wantyou,” she groaned against his neck.

“Shhh,”he soothed. His gaze hers and held it. He positioned himself at theapex of her sex and pressed upward. An uncommonly tight fit, thesmooth, fat head wedged between her folds and she gasped.

“Becareful,” she whispered.

He promised,but it soon became unnecessary as he proceeded to seesaw himselfdeeper and deeper. And with each subsequent thrust, the pain gaveaway to another kind of feeling, which made her welcome each stroke.

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Shane meant totake it slowly, to take his time. Ease her into it. But she wasbegging it for it and running those little hands all over his body. She had him so on