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sexy.”
    He kissed her breathless, until she was clutching his shoulders and barely able to stay on her feet. When he finally pulled his mouth away and leaned his forehead against hers, she managed to say in a thick Spanish accent, “Oh, señor, I am not thirsty.”
    She felt a warm thrill when he laughed again. Then a hotter thrill when he kissed her.
    This time, the kiss took them through the double doors to the bedroom. When the back of her knees hit the mattress, she fell onto the bed with Harry on top. He was hot and hard and heavy above her, and her body pulsed to feel even more of him.
    Their kiss broke with the tumble, and he trailed kisses along her jaw and throat.
    She arched her neck in pleasure and exerted all her concentration to say in a bad Cockney accent, “Oi, guv’ner, I’m not bloody thirsty.”
    He almost collapsed on her, his face buried in the hollow of her neck, shuddering with half-suppressed mirth. Not even his kisses felt as good as his amused, shaking body against hers.
    “Damn, Etta,” he said, his voice thick with amusement and something even hotter. “You’re incredible.”
    Not the most romantic of declarations, but it thrilled her just the same.
    He kissed her again, and the mood shifted. Became more urgent and intense. He stroked her as they kissed, and before she knew it he’d pulled her dress over her head.
    She’d worn sexy underwear to boost her confidence, but still felt self-conscious as he stared at her with a palpable hunger.
    No one had ever looked at her like that.
    She shifted and struggled to keep from blurting for him to hurry up and get on with it.
    A smile tilted the corners of his mouth. “You’re so beautiful.”
    The pleasure of that remark relaxed her as he mouthed his way from her throat to her collarbone. Her breasts seemed to strain in her bra as his lips got closer and closer to them.
    She arched when his mouth teased her nipple through the lace fabric and gasped when he fondled her other breast.
    He gently unclasped her bra and caressed her until she wriggled beneath him, moaning and whimpering.
    Eager to satisfy the throbbing ache between her legs, she pulled at his suit jacket to get it off his shoulders.
    It took a while, since he was too busy twirling her nipples and mouthing her belly to help, but she finally dropped the jacket over the side of the bed and pulled at his tie.
    He raised his shoulders when she accidentally strangled him.
    “Sorry.” She stifled a laugh. “It would be easier if you’d stop torturing me and help.”
    “Torture, is it?” He unknotted his tie while she tackled the buttons of his white shirt.
    “A very nice kind of torture, but you’re driving me crazy here.” She groaned when she saw a T-shirt under his dress shirt. “Why are you wearing so many clothes?”
    He hid a smile and instead arched his eyebrows. “It is generally considered unprofessional to sweat through one’s shirt.”
    She giggled, pushing him onto his back to better attack the buttons. She made quick work of his shirt, pulling the sleeves off over his wrists, until his cufflinks hampered further progress.
    Grumbling, she undid them, noting they looked platinum and had probably cost more than her bike, the most expensive thing she owned. Nothing about him was flashy or garish—but everything was worth a fortune.
    When she glanced at his face, she noticed his eyes crawling hungrily over her body. She wore only her panties, necklace, and earrings, and had forgotten to look sexy. He didn’t appear to mind.
    Her daydreams about sex were either fuzzily romantic or over-the-top wild fantasy. She’d never imagined reality could be so intoxicating.
    After she’d rid him of his T-shirt, she enjoyed the sight of his chest. He didn’t look like a body-builder but he was in excellent shape, and she couldn’t help running her palms over the rippling muscles, flat belly, and scattering of dark hair. The bulge at the front of his trousers promised he was