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still taste his lips and the damned warm, sweet liquor that flavored them.
    Her body ached, despite the cold water. She couldn’t calm her racing heart, couldn’t temper back the desire in her belly. As she lathered soap over her skin, the sensations only became worse. The same thing happened as she washed her hair. Deciding the cold shower wasn’t going to do the trick, she got out. Pulling a soft pink robe around her arms, she stumbled weakly from the bathroom.
    Not bothering to brush her hair, she fell onto the soft feather mattress of her bed. Even the suppleness against her back was a caress, driving her senses over the edge. Before she could think to stop herself, she was wiggling, parting her thighs. Her robe fell open, exposing her body.
    “Erik,” she whispered, desperately wishing he was with her. Instantly her body heated, no longer cold from her long shower. It was as if she’d never taken it.
    The scent of him came to mind. With one hand she pinched her nipples, running the other down her stomach to her sex. Parting her wet folds, she bit her lip. She never remembered being so aroused before. Her finger glided in the moist heat, and she found her swollen bud buried in the velvet folds.
    What would his body feel like prying her open? At that she shivered. Maybe he would be too big.
    “It’s not like I’m ever going to find out,” she promised herself, not daring to give credence to the disappointment the words caused her.
    The early evening sky darkened considerably outside her window, as if a cloud passed over the setting sun. Lace curtains blew inward, carrying with them the smell of fresh air. She wondered what it would be like to have him there, strong hands gripping her hips to keep her from squirming, warm lips tasting and licking every inch of her.
    Automatically, she knew he’d be demanding in bed, conquering her as he saw fit. He was so bold, so confident. And why not? He had the body of a god to back it up.
    It was like Charlotte always said. Men weren’t confident anymore. There were no more warriors, no impossibly dominant males who fiercely protected their women. Society had driven fear into men, fear that they’d be arrested for allowing their base urges to roam free. Not that taking a woman against her will was acceptable. Somehow, Lydia doubted Erik would be the type to need to ask for permission to be a real man.
    Whatever was going on inside her today was definitely working. Tension built where her fingers touched, spreading uncontrollably over her taut flesh. Her skin was so sensitive and firm, her breathing ragged. Lydia closed her eyes, arching back on the bed. Self-pleasure had never done this to her before.
    “Erik,” she cried softly, closing her eyes tight. Her hands flew back over her head. The sensations only continued. It was like she could feel his mouth on her. Lydia was too afraid to look down, afraid that if she saw no one was there that the feelings would stop.
    Her thighs and stomach tightened. Tensing from head to toe, she met with release. A soft caress brushed her thigh, causing her to shiver in the aftermath. Gradually, she opened her eyes and looked down. She was alone in the bedroom.
    Lydia took a deep breath, so numb she couldn’t move. Her heart beat so fast she was scared it would explode. Closing her eyes, she whispered, “Oh, please let this dream end. I can’t do this. I can’t handle a man like Erik MacGregor.”
    …
    Erik!
    Erik tensed, looking around the inside of his new mansion’s foyer. He’d been trying to reason what happened with Lydia when he heard the sound of her voice echoing in his mind. Scanning the darkened corners, he found their empty shadows staring back at him.
    The soft cry washed over him again and he licked his lips, tasting the unmistakable flavor of a woman’s desire in his mouth. Even as it made his body jolt with perfect sexual awareness and torture, he couldn’t help the satisfied grin that crossed his features. Lydia