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with a man she couldn’t tell the truth to.
But he wasn’t saying a word.
She’d die of mortification if he turned her down right now. She’d never tried to seduce a man and if she didn’t get her hands on Jeremy tonight her window of opportunity would slam shut as soon as Vinny returned tomorrow night.
And she’d lose her nerve.
If standing here almost naked in a short pink camisole top and lacy underwear wasn’t vulnerable feeling enough, she’d just exposed herself emotionally.
Jeremy turned away from her and headed for the sliding glass door.
Her heart squeezed with disappointment.
But the door whipped to the left, closing. The lock clicked shut.
Then he returned to her. And stood very still, inches away, but so close he should be able to hear her heart pounding with hope.
“Jeremy, I—”
His hands cupped her face, silencing her next words when warm lips descended on hers. What an amazing mouth.
She was going to fold faster than a poker player with a bad hand if this was the prelude to what was to come. CeCe clutched Jeremy’s waist then slid her hands up the warm skin covering taut muscles across his back. She’d almost fainted at the sight of all that sculpted body on display when he rushed in wearing only jeans.
Capable hands moved down her shoulders and behind her back, pressing her closer. His tongue brushed past her lips, sparring sweetly with hers.
She shivered at his touch, his strength and gentleness.
He was being damn careful with her. Did that mean he wouldn’t go any further? She had one night if he was leaving Tuesday and wanted all of him tonight.
Then she prayed he wouldn’t forget her while he was gone.
She hoped she wasn’t making a wrong move, but she shifted her hands between them and climbed her fingers up his chest where his muscles quivered from her touch. That encouraged her. She grasped his shoulders and pulled herself up against him until she felt the solid ridge in his jeans.
He was definitely up for more than kissing.
She made one sensual rub, then another.
A growl vibrated from Jeremy. Heady excitement rushed through her at the prospect he wanted her as much as she wanted him. She smiled and ground her hips in what she hoped he’d think was a seductive way.
Jeremy reached down and scooped her up until her legs hooked around his waist, then his kiss deepened, demanding all her attention. He was so beautiful. Muscles rippled beneath her fingers with every move. He held her bottom with one hand and her head with another, his mouth refusing to give an inch, overwhelming her with his kisses.
She tightened her legs, sliding intimately against him.
Jeremy lifted his mouth from hers. “You better have a condom somewhere in this house or we’re walking to mine just like this.”
“B… B…” She couldn’t think.
“Bedroom?”
“Yes.”
He swung her around, moving with the stealth of a large jungle cat in the dark. His mouth found hers again, turning her insides crazy hot. When he entered the bedroom she blushed at the candles burning. Would he think it was silly or too romantic?
He slowly lowered her to the bed and brushed his knuckles across her cheek. “You’re even more gorgeous in candlelight.”
She sighed or maybe the room did.
“I want to see all of you,” she whispered, tentatively.
Jeremy stood up, reached behind him, and laid a Walther P99 on the nightstand. She shivered at the smooth way he handled the weapon. Total confidence.
“I’ll put this out of sight if it bothers you,” he said, pointing at the gun.
She shook her head. “I grew up with guns in the house.” In fact, Jeremy would be surprised to know how quickly she could break down and reassemble the one on the nightstand.
But right now she was more interested in the barrel inside his pants. “The only thing bothering me is you so far away.”
He smiled and unzipped his jeans. Candlelight glowed across his golden skin, highlighting muscles carved to perfection. Not an