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suspended caution and apprehension on a peg somewhere on the edges of her conscious mind, to plunge into the world of sensation and pleasure he called forth. A world where he pulled her with each stroke of his tongue, each brush of his fingers, each nip from his teeth, each kiss from his lips.
    When her orgasm came, the rapture shattered her unlike any other fulfillment she’d ever felt in her life. True, she hadn’t been with a lover so, but expertise accounted for just so much of the whole deal, didn’t it? The man with her tonight called forth something else from inside her. He made her feel safe, even as he fired her blood and made her knees go weak at the prospect of having his hard, hulking body over hers. Driving into her. Taking her to new heights of sensation.
    On a blink, she realized she did, in fact, trust him. On a deeper, subconscious level, she knew she had found a safe harbor with him.
    For no more than one night…
    When morning came, they would go their separate ways and never see each other again. She’d have nothing but the memory of those few hours with him, her hot, handsome stranger. Who was he? Dare she find out? Like her, he had signed up for a one-night stand, nothing more. She’d be stupid to expect more than a sexual tryst and deep, physical rapture would come from this encounter.
    As her climax ebbed, he picked up a rapid pace with his tongue, his lips, his teeth, on her sensitive clit. Within seconds, a second orgasm crashed through her.
    She would’ve fallen this time, slumped to the floor, but he stood with swift, fluid ease, to gather her in his arms. Cradled to his chest, still reeling from the dizzying spin of pleasure, she wrapped her arms around his neck and let him carry her into another room.
    “Open your eyes,” he said.
    Simmi forced the pleasure-heavy lids open, and stared at the big white bed that sat like a throne inside the airy bedroom.
    He chuckled, the laugh rumbling from his chest. He had a beautiful smile.
    “The night has just begun, älskling .”

 
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    She looked even more beautiful when pleasure radiated from her features. The softness of fulfillment transformed her eyes into bottomless waters that promised the most sensual oblivion. Her parted lips begged for kisses. With her still in his arms, he bent his head and touched his mouth to hers.
    She opened under him—warm, soft, pliant. The first brush of her lips against his was tentative, shy, almost innocent. Fire surged inside him at the gentle contact and made him crave even more to bring bliss and solace into her world.
    Lars deposited her on the bed. She snaked her arms over his shoulders, threaded her fingers into his hair, and tugged him closer. She opened her mouth, and the tip of her tongue swiped along the seam of his lips. He parted them, let her take control of the kiss. A soft moan drifted from deep in her throat, the sound an aphrodisiac adding to his already potent desire for her. Damn it—he had to have her.
    He reached for her wrists, peeled her arms away from him, and broke the kiss. She protested with a low groan, and he smiled in the face of her obvious frustration. He’d bet she didn’t know the meaning of slow and easy. Tonight, he’d show her how good it could be to linger a little.
    Her eyes flew open, and she ran the tip of her tongue along her lower lip. His jeans grew tighter, and he squirmed. Right then, Simmi wore the hooded gaze and half-smile of a woman bent on bringing a man total sensual annihilation, a seductress out to lure him senseless.
    “I want to kiss you,” she said. “All of you.”
    Could his jeans get any tighter? He winced. Yes, they can . What did she do to him?
    “Take off your clothes,” she added in a sultry command.
    The need to keep his eyes on her swept over him, strong and overriding. She blinked, and he caught the way she worried the inside of her lower lip with her teeth.
    Not a temptress by nature—she wanted control,