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on his doorstep pleading for help and then agreed to his terms, so she’d already lost. Her gaze went from his stiff shoulders to the nerve twitching in his cheek. No matter what she said he wouldn’t back down. That wasn’t his style.
    She could actually see her chest rise and fall as her fingers fumbled with the tight knot. The towel slipped away in a whoosh and the cool air-conditioned breeze brushed over her skin. Fighting off the urge to cover her body, a waste since there wasn’t an inch he hadn’t already touched and kissed, she faced him head-on.
    Not glancing away when his stare swept over her. “Satisfied?” she asked when his visual tour showed no signs of stopping.
    “I will be soon.” His shoes tapped against the hardwood as he shifted his weight and brought his hands in front of him. His keys rattled in a glass bowl a second later. “Go lie across the bed. Hands above your head. Legs open and feet against the mattress. I want to see all of you when I walk in the door.”
    The words shot a shiver straight through her.
    “Now, Rebecca.”
    She didn’t hesitate a second time. Retracing her earlier path, she headed toward the extra bedroom. With every move she heard Jarrett’s shoes thud behind her. When his fingers slid down her spine in a firm touch that sent her stomach tumbling, her steps faltered.
    She reached the doorway and clung to the frame as she forced air back into her lungs. After a deep inhale her muscles stopped shaking. Just as she pushed off and stood up straight, ready to take her position on the bed, he slipped his hand over her ass cheek, caressing her even as he lit her nerve endings on fire.
    She bit back his name, refusing to give him the satisfaction of saying it.
    Lips pressed against her hair and a hand flattened against her stomach pulling her body back tight against his. He palmed her breasts and nuzzled the side of her neck. The room spun and the hammering need she’d pushed out of her memory came whizzing back.
    His closeness blocked out everything else. Her body melted against his and he’d barely touched her.
    She shifted her head to the side as her hand traveled over the outside of his muscular thigh. Over the silky material of his expensive suit as the heat from his body pounded into her.
    “Get on the bed.” He whispered the order into the dip between her shoulder blades.
    She nodded, unable to say anything while she climbed onto the mattress. Lowering her back to the bed, she stretched her arms over her head. The instructions played in her head as her legs fell open.
    Forcing her eyes to stay open even as a kick of lust blurred her vision, she glanced around, but he hovered just out of sight. Only the bright white ceiling greeted her. Desperate to watch him, she grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and stuffed it under her head, propping her shoulders up.
    There he was.
    He stood at the end of the bed, staring down at her. Despite her wish to hold on to the briefest ties of control, her body grew wet and her hips rose in invitation for him to touch her. The sudden shock of intimacy sent her insecurities flaring. One of her legs fell closed but he touched her knee and pushed it back open again.
    “I want every part of you to belong to me.” He slipped his jacket off and his hands went to his tie.
    In a few tugs, the material loosened and he unbuttoned the top of his crisp white dress shirt. A few more and he uncovered that amazing chest and the sprinkling of rich dark hair that once tickled her nose and smoothed through her fingers.
    Through it all, his gaze never wavered.
    The mattress dipped under his weight as he put a knee between her open thighs. His hands skimmed down the inside of her legs and his mouth followed a beat behind. A nibble then a brush.
    When his two middle fingers finally slipped inside her, pumping and rubbing, she closed her eyes. The deep presses sent her insides dancing in a wild frenzy. Expert caresses from a man totally in tune with