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The weasel dog.
    “Don’t stop!” she begged as he drew the last slithering wisp of fabric off her legs, leaving her bare to his intense gaze.
    His eyes glittered as he watched her from his position near her feet. He looked up her body then lowered his head and opened his mouth, gently taking her toes into the hot, wet cavern of his mouth and stroking the underside with his tongue.
    Sensation shot in a blinding spear from her foot directly to her womb. Her hips arched off the bed as he sucked and nibbled. Her toes literally curled with the sharp, sweet sensation of his wet open mouth. He knew how to play her body like a violin. No, not a violin. A Stradivarius.
    “You. . .still have on too many. . .clothes,” she said, desperately, trying to sit up, trying to stay marginally sane while her body reacted predictably to his ministrations. Feeling as juicy as a ripe peach, she braced her other foot on his shoulder. “Jon—” He tongued each toe, licking, nibbling, sucking until Danica’s head thrashed on the mattress, and her fingernails bit into her palms. “I want you inside me. Please—”
    He splayed a broad hand on her stomach to hold her thrashing body still. “All good things come to those-”
    “I’m going to kill you.”
    His eyes crinkled at the corners. “Yeah. But what a way to go.” He plucked her foot off the shelf of his shoulder and went to work, but this time, the sneaky bastard slid his hand down her stomach and brushed the apex of her thigh with his thumb. Her entire body vibrated with anticipation. “Jon, please. Make love to me now. I want to feel you inside m—”
    She was wet and swollen, ready for the real thing but when his thumb stroked her, Danica gave a garbled cry and arched into his hand.
    Her body convulsed violently as she came.
    He surged up her body, cradling her as his fingers brought her to a series of small climaxes that rolled together in a wave so intense, so blinding, that tears of fulfillment rolled down her temples into her hair.
    He held her, murmuring endearments as he stroking her face, her neck, and her breasts as she shuddered in his arms.
    Limp, replete, she managed to open heavy-lidded eyes and bring a hand to his smugly smiling face. She pinched his lower lip between her fingers, narrowing her eyes in warning, or she thought she did. She didn’t have much sensation anywhere but where he touched her. “Get your clothes off. Now.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” He rolled off her, leaving her heated flesh to cool a little.
    That didn’t last long as she watched him. His torso was tan, gleaming with rock-hard muscle, and made more interesting by trails of crisp, dark hair. Her mouth went dry as he brought his hand to his waistband and popped the button.
    She wanted to lick him everywhere. Kiss and bite and scratch. She felt wildly out of control.
    Always had.
    But for some reason, tonight, she wasn’t afraid that their passion would consume her. Tonight she felt as if the Fates had given her a reward for surviving that horror. She deserved this night with the only man she’d ever loved. The one man who meant more to her than life.
    In those tense, spiraling moments when she’s hung between life and death, she’d seen Jon’s face in her mind and ached to touch him again. She’d faced death, and her only real regret was losing Jon.
    Now, tonight, she had him again.
    If only for now.
    As the button at his waist sprang free, he struggled to get hold of the tab of his zipper over the bulge of his erection. Finally, he pushed open the V of fabric and dragged his jeans down his strong runner’s legs.
    How could she have forgotten the stark male beauty of his body? The breadth and length of him. Every female organ contracted in greed just looking at him. So ready. For her.
    He was a prime example of the species. Alpha male at his peak.
    Danica lifted her knees, flattening her feet on the bed. He bent to pick up a pillow from the floor then pushed it beneath her