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concern.” His voice glimmered with his own brand of saucy mischief.
    “Then why’d you bring ’em up?”
    “We can talk about your footwear later.” He worked the zipper on my dress, the teeth loosening, coming apart as he inched the tab down my back. When the cool air swirled against my bare back, he slid the fabric down my arms, then my torso, letting the silken bundle pool at my feet. He stepped away, his gaze burning my skin, while I resisted the urge to cover myself, my remaining clothing somewhat ineffective. “Wow.”
    My extravagances numbered very few but included a shoe collection worth enough to finance a small country and undergarments that made me feel sexy even on days when that description and I were not friends. The black-lace cami and panties hugged my every curve. A matching garter and thigh-high stockings completed the look. Worth every penny . I took in the hunger written on his face. He didn’t move anything but his eyes, which scanned from my neckline to my feet and up again.
    “Jace?”
    “Hmm?”
    “You okay?”
    “Yeah.”
    My hands fluttered at my sides, nothing to anchor them.
    After a moment of utter insecurity, I said, “You still wanna do this?”
    “Yeah.” Only the air stirred around him. He remained frozen in his space.
    I shook my head, reveling in the girl power and lust. Definitely, worth it . Closing the distance between us, I wrapped my arms around his neck. From that moment on, Jace took complete control.

 
     
     
Chapter Three
     
     
    With the kind of pleased look that could only mean something good—amazing, exceptional, extraordinary—was about to happen, he carried me to my bed.
    I chuckled with my head pressed against his neck. Spicy, woodsy, him. “Show-off.”
    He set me on the bed. “Just wait.”
    Using his knee, he coaxed my legs apart, moving between them, the heat of the skin-to-skin contact intoxicating. He bent in and pressed a searing kiss against my lips, soft but demanding, his tongue probing, but gentle. There was no limit to the things he could do well, but I had a feeling this was his special gift, and I wanted to savor every moment, every touch, every kiss. He lowered me until my back touched the cool fabric of my blanket.
    I tore my mouth away, gasping for breath. I needed a minute to get myself together before I lost the power of rational thought. “You might have a few too many clothes on for this.”
    “You think?” He stood at his full height, looking down at me. I bit my lip. Something about this man had my body humming already.
    “I do. I think you should take a few off, at least.”
    He started with the bottom button of his shirt, and I leaned up on my elbows. “No. No. No, Jasper. Do it sexy.” He was a walking erogenous zone who I imagined could wash the dishes so sensually I would be turned on.
    He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “Don’t think I won’t.”
    “Well, you’re not getting in this bed until you do.”
    He swiped and tapped on his phone for a few long seconds.
    “Really, Jace? Texting now?”
    “Patience, love.” After a few more taps, sensuous beats throbbed from the small speaker on his cell.
    My mouth dropped open. “That, my friend, is not stripper music.”
    As he made his way to the middle of the floor, confidence oozed from every step. “No, it’s better.”
    And it was. The sound undulated around me, and I wanted to reach for him, touch every inch of his chest, his stomach his…all the way down.
    Our gazes met. Oh, my . The slow rhythm was pure sex. “You have that on your phone?” I couldn’t summon more than a whisper.
    His eyes glimmered with hunger as he came toward me. “It’s online.”
    He leaned forward, one hand on each side of my body, as he lowered his mouth to mine, his lips soft and sweet until mine parted. His kiss changed, driven by hunger and need. Longing swelled in my veins. In front of me, he swirled his hips in a wide circle, then moved back three