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hand pulled at a tendril of her hair, and he pushed it behind her ear.
    A tremor of desire thrilled through Prim. “You’re acting like a jealous lover, as though there’s something between us.”
    “And you’re acting as though there’s not.” He grasped her shoulders and his lips were on hers.
    Prim’s body betrayed her. Her knees trembled and Tristan wrapped one arm around her waist. She pressed forward against his body. His mouth slid open and his tongue slid across the seam of her lips until she opened her mouth and his tongue entangled with hers.
    Hot tendrils of lust spiraled through Prim. His hand pressed up and over her dress and he cupped her breast. Her breath shortened. She sank into his touch, his kiss. She sank into her own want. Her hands clutched his dress shirt and then slid down over him to the edge of his pants, where she pressed her hips into him.
    “Fuck, Prim,” Tristan said. He pulled away from her and grasped her jaw with his hand.
    For an instant she thought the spell had broken and that they would both come to their senses—they knew better than to indulge their desires—but instead he wrapped her in his arms and lifted.
    “Bedroom,” he whispered.
    She clasped her legs around him. “Down the hall on the left.”
    With her in his arms and his lips upon her, before she could change her mind, before he could change his mind, before either of them could consider anything but satisfying this desire, Tristan carried her into her bedroom.
    He set her feet on the ground and his hands worked around her back and unzipped her dress. The liquid gold dress fell to the floor and puddled at her feet. Tristan stepped back and his eyes traveled over her flesh.
    “I’ve wanted to look at you like this all night.”
    She wore a black lace bra and panties. The heels remained firmly affixed to her feet.
    “The shoes,” he said, his voice a commanding growl. “The shoes you keep on.”
    He stroked his pointer finger over her lips. Her tongue darted out and caught his finger. She pulled it into her mouth. One languid pull. She rolled his finger around her tongue. He pulled his finger from her mouth and slid his hand into her bra. His finger tightened, hot upon her budded nipple. He reached around her and with a single motion her bra slipped from her breasts. His lips pressed to her neck and her head tossed back as he worked down toward her breast.
    “It’s only been eight days and it feels like years. I can’t get your body out of my mind.” His lips wrapped around her nipple.
    White-hot heat flashed through her. His hand trailed along her belly to her thighs. His fingertips traced the edges of the lace. Prim’s breath hitched in her chest as his fingertips teased her. He slipped his fingers under the tiny thread of fabric that held the panties to her hips and, with one swift tug, ripped them from her body. He slipped her nipple from his mouth, then his lips traveled to her other breast. The fingertips of his hand pressed up her thigh, slowly tracing upward. Her hips bucked forward. Her body remembered the pleasure his fingertips could give. She was hungry for him. She wanted the orgasm those fingers promised if only he would touch her, if only he would press his fingers to her sex, she would fall over the edge. His fingers traced up over her leg.
    “Please,” Prim moaned. She was limp in his arms with want and need and desire.
    He walked her to the bed and stood before her fully clothed. “Unbutton my shirt.”
    She reached toward him. She wanted to do what he asked. Her fingertips grasped the hard buttons and slipped each through its buttonhole. His chest was hard, thick planes of muscle. He pulled the shirt back and over his shoulders, and her eyes ate up his flesh. Her fingers longed to touch that smooth flesh of his chest. Her body still craved his with an undeniable want.
    “Now my pants.”
    She reached down and unhooked his pants and then unzipped them. They fell to the floor. She slid