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lumped onto the plush carpet. A whoosh of air breezed past his dry lips as he fixed on the blood-red ruby dangling from her navel.
    “It’s not one of those phony laboratory made things.” She fingered the two gems joined by a solid gold band. “This is my celebration gift to me.”
    He reached out his hand, then yanked it away, almost as if he were embarrassed to touch the shiny stones. Or her bare skin.
    She lifted his hands and laid them on her waist. “You need to do this, Vic.”
    He looked up, the skin pulled tight across his cheekbones, and nodded.
    His warm fingers grazed the small of her back, the span reaching almost to her spine. A twinge of fear iced her heart at the strength of this big stranger who could snap her in half and no one would ever know. Somehow that thought heightened her excitement and erased all caution.
    She slid her hands up his soft cashmere jacket sleeves until she reached his broad shoulders. His breaths came in short pants as she pressed her lower abdomen into the hard-on tenting his trousers.
    “Isn’t this bet—” Her words were swallowed up by his kiss. She twined her fingers into his thick hair as his tongue warred with hers, creating a need she’d never known.
    Her body throbbed as she stepped between his spread legs. The desire to have every inch of his solid frame pressed against her virtually naked skin overpowered her. Her breasts brushed his jacket front. Fire streaked across her pinched nipples and coiled low into her belly.
    His hand skated lower and cupped her ass cheek, setting a new track of flame that blazed to her aching clit.
    “Touch me,” she whimpered, trembling on shaky legs. “Touch me from behind. I have to feel you inside me.”
    A feral growl spilled from him, filling the soundless room as his fingers dipped beneath the thin strap nestled between her butt cheeks. He moved his hand lower until he stopped to massage the tender skin along her asshole. Too soon he inched closer to her swollen vulva. She bit her bottom lip. She tensed as she dug her fingertips into his shoulders and waited for the divine sensation that offered relief.
    “You are so hot. So wet.” His thick accent and deep voice pushed her closer to the edge.
    He nuzzled her left ear and nipped at the delicate flesh below the lobe. As if they had a mind of their own, her hips rotated, encouraging him, begging him to end her torture.
    One finger slid into her, then another, while his thumb separated her folds, seeking her nub. The pleasure pain was sublime. The pressure built to a crescendo. She pumped against him, needing the release that would right her world. A hot rush burst over her. She clutched him tighter. Ground harder. And bit her lip until a salty metal taste dampened her tongue. Her body convulsed in a volley of delicious shivers.
    She wanted more, much more of him.
    His hand fell away and left an emptiness and need where only a moment before was utter bliss.
    She looked into his dilated pupils, ready to speak, but coherent words refused to come. His face muscles relaxed into a tender smile. How could she have thought him unattractive?
    He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer, and whispered into her hair, “We are not through, Lacey. I am going to feast on you. Savor you as if you were priceless caviar and fine champagne.”
    Dragan cursed himself for his weakness, and he was ashamed he had lost all control. Yet he could not stop himself from scooping Lacey into his arms and heading for his bedroom.
    A soft pleasant sound came from her throat as she wrapped her arms around him and cuddled into his neck. Her nibbles and licks encouraged him to walk faster.
    He kicked open the unlatched door and walked through, careful not to scrape her legs on the frame.
    In three long strides, he laid her onto the duvet. Her tousled hair and flushed cheeks were magnificent against the white cover. He continued down to the strange bra, one he had never seen before but thoroughly