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After tossing his shirt to the floor, he put his hand along the side of her head, leaned over and lowered his face to within an inch of hers. “You can’t begin to know how much I wanted this,” he said before brushing his lips over hers.

Electric! That was what his touch did, sent sparks of electricity through all her nerve endings. All thoughts of fun and games vanished when his tongue invaded her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He kissed her until she was breathless.

He pulled away and stared down at her with an intensity that made her heart pound. “What are you doing to me?”

Before she could answer, Einstein ambled in, chattering away.

“Nope, no talking cats allowed.” He picked Einstein up, deposited him in the hallway, then shut the door in his face. “Now, where were we?”

Chapter 19

Grayson returned to the bed, to the woman who was shyly smiling at him. “You’re beautiful.” She really was, both inside and out.

“Thank you.”

He liked that she didn’t try to blow off his compliment by denying it. A week ago, she would have. He put his hand on her knee. “Do you want to be in control?”

“What do you mean?”

“You get to say how this goes, what we do here tonight.” He didn’t know what her sex life had been like with Pressley, but he guessed the man hadn’t much cared what she wanted or liked. He was going to show her that what pleased her mattered.

“So, if I tell you to do something, you will?”

“Tonight, here in your bedroom, yes.” A grin appeared on her face, and he was a little worried about the mischief in her eyes.

“Take off your jeans.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He stood, removed his wallet and set it on the night table. Deciding to give her a show, he slowly lowered the zipper. Just as slowly, he pushed the jeans down over his hips all while keeping his eyes locked on hers. Damn if she didn’t lick her lips after he kicked his jeans aside and stood there in his boxer briefs…his very tented ones.

“Now the rest,” she said, her voice now a little husky.

He’d half expected the little mouse who’d first walked into The Phoenix Three to make an appearance, that she would revert to being shy and not sure of herself and what was about to happen between them. He was happy to be wrong.

When he stood in all his naked glory, she licked her lips again as she stared at his erection. While her gaze traveled over him, he stayed silent, waiting for her next command. He couldn’t remember being as hot for a woman as he was her, and his endurance was closing in on being nonexistent.

“I don’t know what to do now,” she said, lifting her eyes to his.

“What do you want to do?” he gritted out. She really needed to stop teasing her tongue over her bottom lip if she didn’t want him to fall on her like a starving man seeing a delicious meal for the first time.A bit dramatic there, Montana.Maybe so, but it was her fault he felt like a barbarian wanting to ravish the beautiful woman in front of him. She hadn’t even taken her clothes off yet, and he was ready to blow.

“I’m royally screwed,” he muttered. He hadn’t been looking forthe one, and maybe she wasn’t that, but by the way his heart was pounding against his chest, he wasn’t sure of anything where she was concerned.

“Sorry. What?”

He wasn’t going to repeat what he hadn’t meant to say out loud, so he said instead, “Tell me what you want, Harlow.”

“I want to touch you.”

Every single part of him liked that idea. His feet reacted first by taking him to her. He sat on the bed near her legs. “I’m yours to touch.” She happily smiled, and he wantedto say a prayer of thanks to whoever brought her to him. He was pretty sure he wanted to keep her.

She tucked her feet under her legs, leaned forward and pressed her hands against his chest. “You’re harder than I thought you’d be.”

He snorted. “You have no idea, kitten.”

“Why do you call me that?”

“When I first met you, you reminded me of a shy kitten that was unsure of her place in the world.” He wasn’t about to tell her he’d actually thought of her as a shy mouse. “Then you grew into yourself, and my kitten got claws.”

“Your kitten?”

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