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and finger-fucked you until you screamed."
       Her blush deepened as his words brought back visions of her begging him to let her come.
       "Put your arms back above your head," he urged, his face approving as she automatically obeyed his demand. "Beautiful." The single word was hoarse, his desire clear. "Now let me look at you."
       Gina felt a tug on her ankle. The hand that had manacled it hadn't loosened, but the possessive grip felt somehow right. Not threatening at all. With a tiny sigh of acquiescence, she unlocked her muscles, allowing him to draw her legs further apart until she was again spread across the bed. Her covers, she saw, were in a heap on the floor. There was nothing to interrupt his view of her naked body.
       "I…" She hesitated. Exactly what did she want? She'd certainly never had a man look at her with the same heat, the same lust as Nate Moore was looking at her right now.
       He moved and her eyes were drawn downwards towards his bulging erection still hidden under his jeans. Instinctively, her fingers flexed.
       There was no question but that he wanted her. And lying here under his heated gaze, she wanted him. Every touch of his fingers, every stroke of his tongue against her skin was firmly imprinted in her mind, and her body was urging her to take everything that predatory gaze was offering.
       Gina lifted her hands slightly, unconsciously beckoning, and moved restlessly against the sheets. She'd come for him—more gloriously than she'd ever imagined possible—but it wasn't enough. She wanted even more.
       Slowly, mildly enquiring, he raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"
       Dammit! Why wasn't he as desperate as she was? She wanted him over her, under her, in her. And she wanted to see him wracked by the same passion that was even now clouding her vision as she watched him closing in on her.
       On his hands and knees he crawled up the bed towards her, stalking her. Yet there was something else hiding behind that lazy prowl. It was in his eyes, in the way they glittered as he stared down on her.
       Thoroughly trapped now, his arms and legs spread to either side of her, pinning her in place, she smiled up a sultry invitation older than time itself. Slowly, she drew her hands down from above her head, equally slowly reaching up to undo the buttons on his shirt. He didn't flinch as she opened the halves wide, exposing his chest to her view for the very first time. A single finger brushed through the swirls of crinkly hair, tracing the solid outline of each taut muscle, then rested lightly on his flat nipple.
       Slowly, wickedly, she placed the same finger in her mouth, enjoying the way his eyes darkened as they followed the movement of her lips as she sucked her finger deep. Her tongue swirled out. His eyes glowed. Then, deliberately, she placed the damp finger back on his nipple, circling it until she felt him heave in a single deep breath. His eyes had never left her lips.
       Amazed by her own daring, she returned the
    finger to her mouth, sucking avidly, fascinated by the sudden hitch in his breathing. It was something so little, yet she could affect him so easily. Confidence growing, her other hand dipped to his jeans, struggling one-handed with the button fly. She watched his face harden, then gasped as he lowered his weight carefully on top of her, instantly stopping her movement.
       A tentative wriggle confirmed her status—trapped.
       Again.
       But what a prison…
       The gleam in his eyes was back, the darkness lightening, as he rubbed his groin lightly over her pussy. Even through the thick denim she could feel his cock, rock hard and throbbing. She wanted it closer, skin on skin, but with her hands caught between them and his hips holding her thighs spread wide, she was helpless to speed up his deliberate progress.
       He was back in control, enflaming her. So much for her attempt at seduction—she'd hardly even managed to get any of