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cushions. The air whooshed from her lungs, and an electric thrill raced along her nerves. Every inch of her tingled. She felt like she’d been asleep for years and was just now waking again, shrugging off the foggy cobwebs of fatigue. The world seemed brighter. Colors were more vivid. Her skin was more sensitive, allowing her to feel every single strand of his hair caressing her cheeks and neck.
    Toren kissed her deeper, his tongue greedy as if needing to taste more of her. His fingers tugged at her sweater like he was seeking a way to open it. She tried to tell him how to pull it over her head, but there wasn’t enough oxygen in her brain for something as complicated as speech, and he didn’t allow enough room between them for her to remove the sweater herself.
    His mouth moved to her neck, and his tongue did something against her skin that made her vision blur with sensory overload. Her whole world lit up with pleasure and yet she still needed more. The empty ache inside of her demanded to be filled.
    She slid her hands down his back, following the ridges of muscles flanking his spine to where they descended below his shorts. The smooth, hot skin of his ass filled her palms. At her touch, his hips surged against her. Her legs were wrapped around him, leaving her open to the hard bulge of his erection as it rubbed against her jeans.
    He definitely had the right equipment to make this happen. And then some.
    Adria needed to be out of her clothes. She needed to feel his hot skin on hers, inside her.
    With strength she hadn’t known she possessed, she shoved his shoulders away. He stared down at her, his eyes a deep, almost ultraviolet purple. A look of betrayal and determination hardened his features. His mouth flattened in something resembling anger, and his whole body quaked with barely-controlled restraint.
    “This was a game?” he demanded. “Make me need, then push me away?”
    “You’re not the only one in need. And I need to be naked.” She stripped her sweater off over her head and unhooked her bra.
    His eyelids lowered and his expression shifted to one of triumph. A slow smile shaped his full lips as he traced a finger over the curve of her breast.
    Before she forgot her goal, she unfastened her jeans and made Toren move so she could slide them off.
    He stared down at her naked body for a long moment. Quiet, almost reverent words flowed from him in a language so beautiful it reminded her of music. She had no idea what he said, but the sounds of desire and appreciation were clear enough.
    “I want you naked, too. And then, that thing you did to my neck with your tongue,” she told him, “I want you to do it again. All over.”
    He gave her a wicked grin as he shoved his shorts down his powerful legs.
    Adria knew it was rude to stare, but she couldn’t help herself. The man was simply gorgeous—every inch of him. Her first impressions of him being a model had been wrong. She could see that now in the small scars that marked his body. His muscles were not merely cosmetic—they were functional. Thick thighs and forearms. A deep, wide chest.
    “You’re some kind of warrior, aren’t you?”
    His abdomen tightened as if he were preparing to take a punch. “Will my profession change your willingness for me to claim you?”
    “Hell no.”
    “Then we will speak of it another time. After I’ve done that thing with my tongue you like so much.”
    And then he was kissing her again, and all thoughts of professions evaporated. All that mattered was his hot, smooth skin against hers, and the need for her to get as close to him as possible.
    He pressed her down into the couch cushions as he began moving down her body. Small, biting kisses and hot, trailing swipes of his tongue swept over her throat and collarbone. Each one made her muscles clench in anticipation. His big hand cupped her breast, and she could feel her nipple harden further, stabbing against his hot palm. Almost too hot. His body was blazing now,