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question to answer.” He moved inside and closed the door behind him. “I want you.”
    He waited for a moment and then added, “And I want to spend Christmas with someone I care about.”
    This time she couldn’t stop the stammer.
    “And… and that is… me?”
    His lip curled up at the corner but his eyes were dark, serious.
    “Oh yeah, darlin’, that most certainly is you.”
    He pushed by her and glanced around the room. He smiled at the Christmas tree and the decorations she forced herself to put up in her three-day hiatus from work.
    He murmured, “This is nice. It looks like you.”
    “How?”
    He smiled. “Inviting.”
    She tried to hold back her gasp, but it was useless. She was just glad she hadn’t moaned.
    Tossing his jacket on the chair, Brady glanced around the room and eyed her disc player. Rifling through a stack of CD’s, he pulled out one of her favorite Marvin Gaye albums.
    As he moved toward her, his voice was husky.
    “Don’t know about you, darlin’, but I’m about Christmas music’d out for the night.”
    At the churning sultry sound of “Let’s Get It On,” Brady grinned.
    “Oh yeah, baby. That’s much better.”
    He moved toward her and motioned for her to come to him. Holding out his arms, he asked, “May I have this dance.”
    He pulled her close to him, and murmured against the soft skin below her ear, his tongue tickling the sensitive area.
    “General Thornton interrupted us, Tiffany. And you left before we could finish our dance.”
    Her voice was breathy, ragged. “I didn’t think I could stay.”
    He ran his tongue across the seam of her lips and nipped at the corner. His voice was low, seductive.
    “Because of the way I make you feel?”
    She nodded as a rush of intoxicating pleasure bombarded her.
    “And because you knew I would come after you?”
    She swallowed, and whispered. “Yes.”
    His wicked tongue coaxed her mouth open. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and bit down.
    Clamoring sensations rioted through her and she couldn’t hold back a moan, when he murmured, “Open, darlin’. Open to me.”
    He pressed his tongue inside her mouth, at first gentle, exploring, seeking, tasting. But the heat of his breath, his hands holding her firmly in place, ratcheted up the need inside her. She clutched at him, moaning at the electric power of his kiss.
    Easing her back, he removed the orchid from her hair and placed it on the table.
    “Take your hair down, Tiffany.”
    His sultry command sent shards of excitement rioting through her. His expert fingers aided her clumsy ones as he removed the pins, releasing a cascade of shining curls. He buried his nose in the fragrant silkiness and inhaled.
    He growled, “God, baby, do you have any idea what your scent, your sexy smell does to me?”
    Weaving his hands into her hair, he tugged on it. She whimpered at the bite of pain, then gave into the flames searing through her. He pulled her head back, baring her throat to his tongue and his teeth. The spike of heat that hit her was so intense that she cried out.
    He groaned a low male sound of approval. “Oh yeah, darlin’. I’m gonna taste every part of you.”
    Holding her head between his hands, he moved to the space below her ear and began to nibble at the tender skin.
    She whimpered, “Oh God. Yes.”
    As overpowering sensations zinged across her tortured nerve endings, she tried to regain her composure, her control.
    She whispered, “How did you find me?”
    He nuzzled against her throat, licking the sensitive whorls of her ear then bit down on the lobe. At her tiny shriek, he chuckled.
    “Marty didn’t want to stand in the way of true love—and because he knew I’d break his jaw if he didn’t tell me where you lived.”
    Rubbing his hands up and down her back, he smiled when she shivered. With one expert hand he undid the top button on the back of her dress.
    Tiffany gasped as a fireball of heat streaked to her core. Oh God. He’d barely touched