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I hope you enjoyed that, because, from now on, you will not question me about our sexual relationship again. Do I make myself clear?”
    No. Nope. Not in the least.
    “Yes, Matt.”
    He obviously liked to play little games. No problem. The party was in five days, so I’d just go along with it, and afterward we’d go our separate ways.
    He smiled slightly, the corners of his sexy lips tilting upward a little.
    Hot.
    “I know what you’re thinking,” he murmured. “But we’re going to seal this deal with a kiss. Time to show you what you’ve agreed to.”
    Heated anticipation slammed into my body at his words. We were actually going to kiss? Right now? I felt moisture surge between my legs.
    “Slide off that couch onto the floor, and come over to me on your knees,” he commanded, but his voice was gentle, almost as if he were making a suggestion. His eyes told another story though, blazing with heat and anticipation. I did as he said, a feeling of unreality washing over me, as if I were disconnected from my body, no longer in control. My knees were tender from my ignominious crawl through his garden, but the carpet was plush and I noticed that it smelled fresh. It must have been cleaned for him.
    Seriously? You’re about to kiss the most gorgeous guy you’ve ever seen, and you’re checking out his housekeeping. Must be nerves.
    He spread his legs apart as I approached and indicated that I should crawl right between his thighs until my legs were up against his chair.
    I was so close to his naked torso, all muscles and smooth skin, that I hardly knew where to look. I stared at his face, desperately fighting the hot blush that was trying to take over my entire body. On top of that, I was so aroused that I was just about panting.
    He remained absolutely expressionless except for his blazing eyes and half-smile.
    At last, when I thought I couldn’t stand his scrutiny for another second, he reached out and touched my hair. When he withdrew his hand he was holding a little, curly leaf. As if I needed a reminder of my garden activities!
    Just get on with the kissing already!
    He reached out again with both hands and lifted my glasses gently off my face, placing them with care on the table next to his chair.
    “You have beautiful eyes, you know.” His voice was an intimate whisper. “I thought they were brown, but up close they’re quite green. It’s a shame to hide them behind glasses all the time. Don’t you have contact lenses?”
    “Yes. I just usually…don’t bother.”
    Seems I was destined to be embarrassed about everything.
    “When you come to me, you must bother. Don’t bring these again.”
    “Yes, Matt,” I whispered.
    Next he tugged my hair tie out. His approval was obvious when the exceptionally thick mass fell in reddish-brown waves past my shoulders. He pulled a handful to himself, rubbing it between his fingers, bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply. A frisson ran through my overheated body, adding to my arousal. Nobody had ever deliberately smelled me before. It was so…animalistic.
    He pushed the whole lot back over my shoulders and gathered the ends. He watched me closely as he circled the fall of my hair around his fist, twisting it over his knuckles, higher, harder, until his hand was locked against the back of my skull and I couldn’t move unless he let me.
    Very deliberately he tipped my head slightly back and to the side then held me there, unmoving. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears. He slowly closed the distance between our faces. His breath fanned over my face. He smelled divine, of vitality and heated male, and I breathed him in hungrily, anticipation and desire swirling in my belly, making me dizzy. I closed my eyes.
    He brushed his closed lips over mine, his gentleness at odds with his hard fist in my hair. His lips were soft but I felt the stubble on his chin and upper lip rubbing gently over my smooth skin—so male, so different from my softness.
    “Open now,