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pushing him back until he was reclining on the pillows.
    Dylan’s pulse leaped when she dipped her hand in the sauce and smeared it on her palms. Unsure of her next move, he gasped uncontrollably when she cupped his erection between her hands, her movement achingly slow. Her face was flushed, gloriously beautiful with her pleasure.
    His back arched; he clenched his teeth and panted through them when she stroked the most unbearably sensitive part of him with the tip of her tongue. Sweet flashes of agony sent tiny spasms through his frame when she took him into her mouth. He began to move, he couldn’t help himself, his hips pressed forward into the rhythmic strokes.
    Dylan pulled her up against him, and Haley eagerly straddled the erotic cradle of his body. She cried out when he surged forward, forcing her onto her back. It took him agonizing moments to slip on protection. Then, with frenzied thrusts, he slipped inside her.
    His mouth moved frantically over hers, demanding more, taking more, catching the soft, wild sounds of her pleasure, and her reaction was like a sweetness that coated his tongue to be savored and jealously guarded.
    The moon rose into the gauzy net of the clouds, and the temperature dropped, but, in the room where they gave themselves to each other, the fire crackled. A soft rosy glow glistened over their naked bodies, moving in perfect harmony.
    Haley, her breath hitching in her throat at each deep thrust, slid her hands over the flexing, sweat-slick muscles of his back. Her fingers stretched over the tight, rounded mounds of his buttocks. She fondled and squeezed, urging him to increase tempo until he was lifting her hips off the rug with each thrust, until they were both nearly frantic with the need for release. As the pleasure sparkled through them, release burst upon them simultaneously.

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    H ALEY WOKE wrapped in Dylan’s arms—naked, boneless, weighted with a delicious heaviness. She remembered every single erotic moment of last night. Her fingers itched to get to a keyboard so she could relive the whole thing over again. It hadn’t stopped with the fire and the raspberry sauce, but had only moved upstairs to the shower. He’d teased her under the heated spray, finally taking her against the wall with hard, quick thrusts. Afterward, dried off and sated, they’d fallen into bed.
    Dylan stirred. Haley panicked, acutely aware of his wonderful body pressed against hers. The fantasy was over and she needed to get herself out of bed and dressed. She slipped out of his arms and picked up a damp towel that was on the floor. All her clothes were downstairs.
    Dylan’s arm reached out and held her wrist. “Where do you think you’re going?”
    â€œTo get dressed. I’ve got to go, Dylan. I have an article to write and a deadline to meet.”
    â€œIt’s early, come back to bed. I’ll make it worth your while,” he promised, looking up at her with heavy-lidded, sexy green eyes, a wicked grin and thepromise of pleasure a kiss away. He looked lethal in the morning, all hard, hot male, tousled, irresistible.
    She was tempted. So very tempted, but that wouldn’t help her to stay focused on the ball. At least not the one her father had been talking about. She could lose herself in his arms. She knew it.
    â€œI can’t.”
    He sighed. “Can’t say I’m not disappointed. It’s beautiful up here. We could go for a quick hike before we leave.”
    She watched his powerful muscles contract and release as he stretched like a big lazy cat. Lethal. He was a lethal combination of prime male and hot sin. And she wanted him, but not for a fantasy. That thought tried to worm its way into her heart. The new sensations clung to her like the stickiness of the raspberry sauce. They clamored for a satisfaction she could only fantasize about. A fulfillment of a need she had sworn she’d deny.
    She’d promised herself that she would not