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the desire in his electric blue eyes and knew that he wasn’t going to wait to do this “right”. Heck, she couldn’t imagine anything about this not being right.
    He pushed his hands up under the full skirt of her dress, his big hands rubbing up and down her thighs as he waited. What was he waiting for? Suddenly she realized he was waiting for her. That he was willing to let her set the pace for this encounter.
    She was touched.
    It made the affection she already had for him blossom and grow. She lowered her head against him, brushed her lips over his and then kissed him. The kiss was deep and long. Made her forget about everything except the way his tongue rubbed over hers. The taste of his mouth—how could one person be so addicting. The way his hands roamed over her body.
    He cupped her butt and drew her in as he arched his hips and his erection rubbed against her center. She rocked against him as he shifted under her.
    He tore his mouth from hers and she winked down at him. “Are you unsure if you’re doing it right?”
    He gave a startled laugh. “Damn, sweetheart, I don’t think we could do it any righter.”
    She smiled. How had she kept her hands off of him for as long as she had? She slowly undid his tie and then reached for the buttons of his shirt. He put his hands over her fingers, stopping them before she could undo the first one.
    “Are you sure about this? I don’t want to become a regret for you,” he said. His honey smooth Texas drawl and his caring made everything inside of her melt.
    “No regrets here,” she said, cupping his face and rubbing her finger over the scar on his jaw. The scar had fascinated her when they’d worked late in the conference room poring over books of legal precedence but until now she’d never felt free to touch him. “What about you?”
    “None,” he said, putting his arm around her waist and lifting her up off him.
    Startled she braced herself with her hands against his shoulders and she felt his other hand at her panties, pulling them down her legs. She helped him get them off and then settled back on his lap.
    Her fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt while she kissed him. He cupped her bare butt in his hands pulling her closer to him and caressing her.
    When she had the buttons undone, she lifted her head and sat back on her heels. She pushed the fabric out of the way and then down his shoulders.
    He was all muscular male. His skin was tanned, no doubt from the hours he spent outdoors and when she ran her finger down the center of his chest, he tightened his pecs making them jump under her touch.
    She looked up at him. He arched an eyebrow at her. “Impressed?
    He had no idea. He was bringing laughter into this. It was more than sex and she knew that she was falling in love with him. With these little things that he did so effortlessly. “I am.”
    She scraped her fingernail down his chest, slowly circling his belly button with the tip of her nail. His stomach muscles clenched and she felt his erection stirring between her legs.
    She moved her finger lower, tracing his erection through the fabric of his pants. He groaned and reached between them to undo his belt and free himself.
    She wrapped her hand around him. Stroked him up and down until he tangled his hand in her hair and brought her mouth down to his. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth with passion.
    She shifted, rubbing against him until she felt the tip of him poised to enter her body. She was wet and ready for him.
    Aching for him would be a more accurate description. She needed Ryder inside of her. Now.
    “Are you on the pill?” he asked, his voice gruff and husky.
    “Yes,” she said.
    Without another word, he skimmed his hands down her back, lifted the skirt of her dress out of the way and put his hands on her hips, as he positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance.
    She slowly slid down his length until he was fully seated inside of her. She had never felt so full before and