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time up close beside her.
    “It’s pretty spectacular, isn’t it?” His warm breath tickled
her cheek as he settled his folded arms on the sill next to hers. There was
enough light coming in to show her those muscular forearms up close, and the
sheen of fine hairs covering them. She kept her eyes down, not daring to look
up into his face.
    “It looks completely different at night.” She hoped he
hadn’t noticed the slight tremor in her voice.
    Perhaps twenty seconds ticked by.
    “I can see my kitchen window from here.” He pointed toward
one of the tall condo buildings bordering the Willamette River several blocks
away.
    “It must be handy living so close to work.”
    “Yeah, I love the short commute. Unless it’s pouring rain I
walk it.”
    “So you walk to work—what?—the whole second week in August?”
Amber ventured, borrowing the time-honored tradition Oregonians had of joking
about their rainy weather.
    Ray laughed. When his breath settled again, she felt his
fingers brush across her shoulder and then slip away. How did that casual touch
set her whole body on fire?
    Amber was not a forward woman. Though she had her fantasies,
when it came to actually being with a man, she considered herself shy and
modest. But there was something about Ray that made her want to be different.
Maybe it was because he knew about her book collection, about her hidden
desires?
    His fingers reached along the window sill and found her arm,
idly stroking the sleeve of her suit jacket, then caressing the skin near her
wrist.
    “What are you doing?” she whispered. Thrilling sensations
skittered over her skin where his fingers played. She felt his eyes on her too
as he bent close to her ear.
    “Just getting to know you, Amber. You’re a smart, funny
woman.” His voice dropped a notch. “You’re also very beautiful.”
    She dared to look up and the expression on his face made her
gasp softly. He was turned toward her, so only half his face was lit, the other
half obscured by the night. One brow quirked upward, the visible eye sparkling
with intense interest. She stared at his full mouth, wondering if he was going
to try to kiss her.
    Wondering if she should let him.
    Her nipples came alive inside her bra. An odd weakness
spread through her limbs.
    Oh, this was a bad idea! They were co-workers. He shouldn’t
be crossing the line like this. And I shouldn’t be letting him!
    “Where do you like to be touched?” He slipped behind her and
his lips returned to her ear, his breath feathering against her neck. All the
tiny hairs there quivered.
    “Wh—what do you mean?” Her heart thundered so hard she
thought she might faint.
    His hands caressed her upper arms, stroking downward to
capture her wrists behind her back, holding them between their bodies. He kept
her there for a moment, leaning in close. She felt the unmistakable ridge of
his arousal press against her behind.
    “A sensual woman like you must be aching to be touched,
Amber.”
    She couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. She could barely breathe.
    Grasping her shoulders, he slowly turned her body toward
his. She felt the edge of the window sill against her lower back.
    “Here?” His finger trailed along her jaw, then moved down
her neck to the top button of her blouse. She gasped again as he flicked the
little button open.
    “No,” she whispered. But she couldn’t seem to raise her hand
to stop him. She was frozen in place, swept into a vortex of helpless desire.
    “No? Really?”
    Now his lips followed the trail his finger had blazed,
nibbling a molten path down her throat to the hollow between her collarbones
where her pulse beat like moth wings.
    “Are you sure?” he said, rough and low. “I’ve been thinking
all week about your secret book collection, Amber. I’ve been wondering exactly
what those books mean to you.”
    A rush of raw excitement swirled through her as she stood
there in the dark, his body hard against hers. His hot mouth moved