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“I’m starting to. Therapy’s helped me accept that my past isn’t my fault. I want to move forward.” She studied the strong lines of his face. Far, far too handsome for any man. “I want more.”
    Something dangerous flashed in his eyes. “Let’s dry you off.”
    He took her hand and helped her step out of the bath. She should have felt embarrassed, shameless. She’d never stood naked in front of a man, never wanted to before.
    Soren grabbed a thick cream towel off the rack. He held it up. “May I?”
    She nodded. When he kneeled at her feet and started drying her ankles, she just couldn’t breathe. He stole her breath, her inhibitions, her fears.
    He moved upward, caressing her calves, her thighs. A quick brush of the towel between her legs and her belly jumped, fire igniting deep inside her. He continued upward, sweeping one part of the towel over her belly and the other up her back. He ran it along her spine.
    Then he covered her breasts. As he rubbed, her knees trembled. The fabric was rough against her sensitized nipples. He smoothed the towel over her shoulders, so close she could feel the heat of him, and was nearly swamped by his amazing scent.
    “Can I touch you?” he asked.
    Quiet words. Words she couldn’t resist or refuse. “Please.”
    The towel dropped, landing at her feet. Then his big, warm hands cupped her breasts.
    She moaned. His touch was electric. He followed her curves, plumping them up, his thumbs brushing her nipples over and over.
    “So pretty,” he murmured. “I want to kiss these pretty nipples. Is that okay?”
    She nodded. Unable to find her voice.
    He bent his head and sucked the peak into his mouth.
    Hot. Scalding. “Soren!”
    “Good?”
    She nodded again rapidly.
    He switched to the other breast, sucking on her, scraping her gently with his teeth. At the same time, he pressed one open palm to her belly. His finger delved into her navel and then moved lower. He traced over her hip bone. Lower.
    “Skye?”
    “Yes. Please.”
    He ran his fingers through the blonde curls at the juncture of her thighs. One finger slid over her, where she was damp and tingling. He flicked at her clit and she jerked. She was melting, dissolving. Soon she would be nothing but a puddle of need.
    “Skye? Do you want more?”
    Her hands gripped his shoulders, to anchor herself, to give her something to hold her up and keep her from flying apart. “Yes.”
    Soren slid one thick finger inside her. She didn’t have time for memories, there was only the exquisite sensations, the here and now.
    He thrust into her, out, in. An irresistible sensation. Then he pulled his hand away. “You are so beautiful, bella . So sweet.”
    He tipped her face until she looked him in the eye.
    “I want to taste you now,” he murmured.
    She nodded. He turned her around and she gasped, everything in her clenching tight. She couldn’t speak, all she could do was spread her legs a little wider. She wanted this, all this man could give her. More of these delicious, amazing feelings.
    “Put your hands on the edge of the tub. And hold on.”
    She hesitated. Ghosts lurked but they warred with the new, intoxicating sensations rampaging inside her.
    “You have to say yes, cara , or I won’t do it.” Soren ran a hand along her spine, making her arch into him. “You have to say yes, or I won’t put my mouth between your legs and give you pleasure. I’ll only do what you want me to do.”
    She shuddered. This was her chance. To take what she wanted.
    She leaned forward and gripped the cool ceramic, then glanced back over her shoulder. “Yes.”
    Intensity was stamped on his face. He dropped to his knees, his hands circling her calves, then sliding up her thighs. He palmed her buttocks then cupped her hips.
    She waited, on edge. She felt his warm breath on her most private parts and she shivered.
    And then he put his mouth on her.
    Oh, God. She jerked, her hands clenching on the bath’s edge. So good . So incredibly