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okay?”
    She didn’t want to be patient, but she figured he had to know more about this than she did. Her experience with sex was that it wasn’t much fun most of the time, and other times it was just plain awful.
    “All right.”
    An hour later, Asia was ready to kill him. The restaurant where they had dinner was elegant, expensive and crowded. Festive Christmas music played softly through the speaker system, and fat gold candles, decorated with holly, lit each table.
    People talked and smiled and laughed, and Asia felt conspicuous, as if everyone there knew she was aroused but was too polite to point at her.
    Cameron kept her on that keen edge, touching her constantly, her cheek, her chin, her shoulders—touches that seemed innocent but still made her burn because she knew exactly what he could do with those touches, how he could make her body scream in incredible pleasure.
    What would it be like when he pushed deep inside her, when he rode her and the friction was within as well as without? She bit her lip hard to keep from gasping aloud with her thoughts.
    And still she couldn’t stop thinking them.
    Feeling his touch through the barrier of clothes had been indescribable, but when he touched naked flesh, would she be able to stand it? When it was his mouth on her nipples, not just his fingers, how much more would she experience? She shuddered at the thought and felt her body turning liquid.
    They danced twice, and the way he moved against her should have been illegal. He knew what he did to her, and he enjoyed it.
    She was on fire, her breath coming too fast and too deep, and still he lingered at the table, watching her closely, talking idly about inconsequential things. Her heart threatened to burst, and though the wind howled outside, she felt feverish and taut.
    “Asia?”
    She jumped, nearly panicked by the unfamiliar lust and anticipation. She stared at him blankly.
    Cameron just smiled. “I asked you where you got your name.”
    She squeezed her hands together, trying to concentrate on things other than the way his dark hair fell over his brow, or how his strong jaw moved as he spoke, or the warm male scent of him that made her stomach curl deliciously. His large hands restedon the tabletop, his wrists thick, his fingers long and rough-tipped—fingers that had touched and teased her. Fingers that would be inside her body tonight.
    She closed her eyes, remembering.
    Cameron smoothed a curl behind her ear, and his voice was rough and low. Tell me how you got that name, honey.”
    She swallowed down her growing excitement. “My grandmother’s name was Anastasia. My father wanted to name me after her, but my mother thought the name too long.”
    “So they shortened it to Asia?”
    “Yes.” Talking required too much concentration.
    “It’s a beautiful name.” His fingertips drifted over her cheek, down her throat, trailed along the neckline of her dress.
    She gasped. “Cameron …”
    “Are you ready to go?” he asked, even as he stood and pulled out her chair.
    “More than ready,” she muttered. While he tended to the bill, Asia pulled on her wrap and turned to leave. Cameron caught her arm before she’d taken three steps.
    They walked in silence to his car. The parking garage was freezing cold and her accelerated breath frosted in the air. Cameron saw her seated, then went around to his side of the car.
    They were on the road, only minutes from his apartment, before he asked, “You’re not nervous, are you?”
    Asia stared at him. She was so beyond nervous, it was all she could do to keep from jumping him. “I’m so excited I can barely stand it.”
    He kept his profile to her, but that didn’t diminish the beauty of his masculine satisfaction.“Good.I want you excited.”
    Asia thrust her chin into the air. “I want you excited, too.”
    Without looking her way, he reached across the seat and caught her arm. His hand trailed down to her wrist, then lifted her fingers into his lap. She