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shoving the door. As he held it open, he turned to face her and smiled, wicked and mischievous. “There’s time to back out, you know.”
    Hannah forced a laugh to cover the unease gripping her by the throat.
    Apparently, her laugh sounded as phony as it felt, for Cade’s smile fell. Gaze somber, he lifted his left hand, stroking his thumb over her chin. “You okay?”
    She wanted to laugh it off, but she’d lied to him enough. The second time around, she gave him a more honest smile, though it still wobbled a bit. “I’m nervous.”
    His fingers tightened in hers. “Mmm. Me too.”
    The quiet tone of his voice caught her, filling her with questions. “May I ask why? You don’t look it.”
    Cade pushed the door open fully and pulled her inside the suite. She barely registered the click of the door falling shut before his large, warm hands slid into her hair. A bare breath later, he pressed her back against an adjacent wall.
    “Because I’ve been dying to do this.” He covered her mouth with his, and any thought of being nervous flew right out the window.
    The kiss on the street had been sweet, a taste, passion withheld. The kiss of two people trying each other out for the first time. This one was a hot brand. It promised pleasure lay in her future. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, a question and a tease in one hot stroke. When she opened on a soft sigh, he plunged inside, his tongue dueling with hers. Goose bumps chased each other over the surface of her skin.
    If his kiss alone weren’t enough to overwhelm her senses, his hands moved, stroking over her. Down her sides, over her hips to her butt, only to move back up her stomach and skimming the underside of her breasts. His body surrounded her, blocking out everything but him, and Hannah let herself get lost. She sought him out as well, feeling over his firm pecs to his flat abdomen. She yearned to discover the hard muscle and warm skin beneath the fabric of his shirt. Yearned to discover all those luscious places that would drive him mad, make him gasp and groan. She wanted to remember every tiny detail for when he eventually went back to San Diego and she lay alone in the dark, craving exactly this.
    “I’ve been dying to get my hands on you.” His voice rumbled against her skin as his lips skimmed across her jaw and down her neck. “Do you know how torturous it is to be so turned on by someone you can’t even see? You have a way with words, Miss Miller.”
    His use of her name had a shiver running over the surface of her skin. She yearned to hear him call her name in the grip of an orgasm. Her hips pushed forward, seeking contact with his body. When the softness of her belly brushed the hard bulge in his pants, she couldn’t contain a moan.
    He nipped at her bottom lip, then pulled back and took her hand. “Come on. Before I fuck you against this wall.”
    The thought was damn tempting, but he wasn’t the only one who wanted to take his time. If she had only this one night with him, she intended to make the most of it.
    “Uh-uh.” Hannah planted her feet, and he stopped, looking back, uncertainty in his gaze.
    Rather than tell him, she moved around him and led him farther inside. As it turned out, Cade’s suite came complete with its own living room and a tiny little kitchen, all done in the same extravagant, old mansion style décor. The place awed her. Her entire apartment had less space than this room.
    She led him to the couch, then released his hand and pointed. “I want to take my time with you as well. Sit.”
    He grinned and did as she asked, sinking onto the couch, then crooking a finger at her. Standing over him, Hannah shoved her shy, quiet side into the closet and locked the door. Something about his expression filled her with feminine power. If he minded her scar, it didn’t show, and she wanted to take advantage, to let it fuel her desires and set her free.
    She wanted to enjoy him, and she wouldn’t let her insecurities