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ballet providing the training and
expertise to arch and swirl and yes, to preen. As she came round full circle,
she swallowed hard at the look of obsession on his face. Unmoving, his eyes
warmed. His breathing slowed. He seemed enchanted.
    Oh this was the way she wanted a man to look at her. As if
he’d never get enough. And if, for tonight, for the next few hours, he wanted
her as madly as she thought he did, she would take that with her as sustenance
for a relationship that might last longer. With him or another. The look in Jed
MacRae’s eyes told her that she was desirable. Enough to make her want to dance
naked for him. Enough to do that extraordinary little act. And applaud her with
the reverence of his gaze.
    That kind of adoration, that intensity of attraction, she
had yearned for and had lacked. Had even feared she would never get it. From
any man. And now here she was, back home, getting this from one of the three
men she had always wanted as a kid. Had taken to bed with her at night and
kissed her pillow, calling out his name.
    She stepped nearer, her eyes half-closed but solely on him,
and moved to a tune she recalled only in her head. To a rhythm that weaved and
swayed, she stepped to tell him she was as desirable as any harem girl, as
worthy of devotion by him as any other woman.
    She danced around him in a slow circle, lifting her arms to
display the globes of her breasts. She turned again, showing off the sculpted
muscles of her back and waist, the tone of her ass, all of which she worked
damn hard to get and keep in tip-top shape. Her mouth open, her tongue at the
corner, she pouted at him. Feigning a pampered sulkiness because that’s the
expression men told her they liked from her full pink lips, she put one foot up
and slid it along the seat of the chaise, along Jed’s torso.
    He captured her foot against his chest and caught, she could
do only one thing. She opened her thigh and let him glimpse how eager she was
to have him. Yes , she whimpered as he swallowed in raw want, you can
see how I am ready for you.
    Can you smell my need of you?
    Can you satisfy me more than I can myself?
    And as he circled his arm around her waist and dragged her
up over his body, she was struck by a question she had never asked herself when
she’d been in bed with any other man.
    Can you do right by me?

Chapter Five
     
    He crushed her against him then rolled her under him. The
warmth, the strength of him sent her head spinning. She reeled, trying to gain
her presence of mind in this fantasy ablaze with lust.
    “Look at me,” he whispered, his fingers tracing her lower
lip. “You are the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen.”
    If she’d been fifteen and he had said this to her, she would
have died and called it a good life. But she was thirty and done wrong by one
man so badly she fought the urge to swoon at this one’s words. “I’m so glad you
think so.”
    He shook his head a little, as if he heard her reticence.
Then he held her chin as he reached up and kissed her eyelids. “I know so. Let
me prove it.”
    She caught her breath. His actions seized her imagination.
What man with a hard-on like the Rock of Gibraltar took time to kiss a woman’s
nose? And her chin? Who nuzzled the hollow of her collarbone. Blessed her
shoulder, the crease of her elbow and each fingertip. How could a man groan as
he sat up, straddled her and cupped each breast but did not suck her, only
pinch her nipples, make her moan and shift beneath him? How could a man murmur
sweet nothings to her bellybutton? Make her chuckle. Then dart below to lick
the top of her slit and make her cry out to have him eat her until he laved up
all her cream. How could he go on, lower, further, kissing the inside of her
thighs wet with her juice from wanting him. Then lift a leg, skim the calf with
one big palm, wiggle each toe and come back to put his mouth over her pussy and
say, “Open this pretty cunt wide, Cara, baby. I’m hungry for