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closer. Any closer and he’d be sitting in her lap. Or vice versa. “Nervous?”
    Her heart skipped a beat. “I’m a little cold,” she said, uncertain whether or not she was warning him or encouraging him.
    His fingers brushed along her jaw. “Maybe I can do something about that.” He lowered his head, brushing his mouth across her bare shoulder. “Think that might help warm you up?”
    She smelled the scent of his hair, perfumed with the scent of some exotic pomade used to arrange the tousle just so. She smelled the soap he’d bathed in, the silk of his shirt, warm from his body. She smelled her own arousal, the heady and intoxicating odor of a female in heat.
    She didn’t pull away as he reached for her, didn’t stifle her moan when he buried his face in the valley between her neck and shoulder. Her moan grew louder as his tongue traced the sensitive pulse at the base of her neck.
    “Calista…I’ve looked for you so long.” Suddenly his mouth was on hers, giving her no chance to question. A low grown escaped his throat as his tongue slipped inside to conquer and claim. His unique taste filled her. His mouth was like steel, immovable and overpowering. His hands pulled her tight, giving no escape.
    Callie surrendered helplessly, caught up in the feverish passion she’d too long denied. Her resistance dissolved like a sand castle under an ocean wave. Want ignited with need. She was on fire. No matter how wrong or right sex between them might be, she needed him to the very core of her soul.
    A moment later their lips parted, breathless. Their gazes locked, ravenous. A yearning needy sound escaped her as Iollan’s hand slid up her side, under her arm, then over her breast. His touch was light, sensual. Limbs turning liquid, she felt a fresh rush of sexual warmth fill her. Her nipples tightened anew, the tips peaking.
    Close to losing her breath from delight, Callie gasped. “I can’t do this.” She put her hands on his chest, trying to push him away. All at once she was scared witless. “It won’t work.”
    He didn’t budge. “Why not?”
    “I don’t usually do this,” she stammered.
    He flashed a lazy grin. “What?”
    A blush reddened her skin. “Make love to strange men.”
    His smile was boyishly charming. “Me either. So maybe we should quit being strangers.” Adept at manipulating women’s clothing, he briefly fingered the leather before inserting a finger into one cup and peeling it down. He teased the erect nub, thumb circling her pink areola.
    Squeezing her eyes shut, she moaned in protest. Not very convincing at all. “I invited you for coffee…not Callie.”
    “I didn’t come up for coffee.” His mouth covered her nipple, swirling around the little nub.
    She almost exploded from the pleasure, her voice trailing off. His lips felt like warm satin, sucking gently, then with more pressure. He flicked and teased with his tongue and teeth until she trembled.
    Her moans were her acceptance. Trouble didn’t begin to describe what she was getting herself into.
    At the moment, she didn’t care.

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    B ody trembling, Callie tangled her fingers in his thick hair, backing away and looking into his eyes. The intimacy of the moment thickened, jelling into something dynamic, explosive. The tension between them ratcheted up another notch.
    “I’ve needed this.” Biting her lower lip, her attention edged toward the cock straining inside his tight jeans. His penis was rigid, hot, and definitely huge.
    “Think it’s something you might like for your birthday?”
    Callie didn’t hesitate. “Thinking and knowing are two different things.” She reached for his zipper. “I know what I want.”
    He caught her roaming hands. Linking her fingers with his, he took a deep breath. “Not like this.”
    She looked at him, stunned. Staring into his serious face, she wondered what had gone awry. She was ready, willing, and able. Why had he suddenly stopped?
    Callie barely endured the strain. Panic