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He began to massage her arch with hypnotic, circular motions. Electricity soared through her again, stronger this time.
    “You’re right,” she murmured, “it may be time to move on to the next stage of the evening. Let’s see what the candy hearts say.”
    She dug into the bag he’d set on the coffee table and snagged a heart, which he blinked at owlishly.
    “You’ll have to read that, I’m afraid. I can’t see it without my glasses.”
    “It says, ‘Ask Me.’ ”
    He stared. “You’re kidding. Again? Okay—Gerri Webb, will you come to bed with me?”
    Her pulse leaped ravenously. “I will.”
    He gathered her up and stood, displaying unexpected brawn. Suddenly she wanted to see—and feel—all of him, so much her throat went dry.
    “Bring the bag of hearts,” she suggested. “We may want some guidance.”
    He obeyed but told her, “I assure you, Gerri—I’m going to need absolutely no guidance.”
    The bedroom, mere steps away, felt cool and looked hazily dark. Gerri could hear sleet tapping against the window, and she shivered as Leo laid her on the bed tenderly. The only light came from beyond the door, but it allowed her to see the intent expression on his face when he deposited the bag of hearts on the bedside table, along with the packet from the pharmacy, and unbuttoned his shirt. Soft radiance flowed over him as he stripped it off and cast it aside, and Gerri narrowed her eyes judiciously. He had a slim, well-muscled torso with nary a tattoo.
    Well, that made a change.
    She sat up with the intention of removing her sweater and skirt, but he came down onto the bed, cradled her head in his hands, and kissed her again.
    “Let me,” he said then.
    “Umm—nice.” Luxuriant desire streamed through her in a warm wave. Sudden fantasies teemed in her mind. Would he fulfill them all?
    It seemed so. His warm hands moved up under her sweater to explore her with gentle dominance. He cupped her in one palm, and Gerri went weak.
    “Sweet,” he murmured, and even as she wriggled out of the sweater he bent his head.
    Oh, what talented lips he had for a mere professor of history! And what clever hands—still waters must truly run deep. Who would have thought from looking at him he’d know just how to touch her in order to set her on fire?
    Still wearing his ivy league-style trousers, he removed her garments piece by piece, following each with hot, wet attentions from his tongue. Gerri, afire with delight, couldn’t miss the fact that he was now more than ready to culminate proceedings. But, oh, she wanted this to last.
    “Come here,” she growled as soon as he’d disposed of all her clothes. She wrapped herself around him and buried her fingers in his hair. He smelled wonderful, and tasted even better.
    Had she ever gone to bed with a gentleman before? She ran her mind back swiftly over the men of her past—some of whom she’d met at work, customers. Nothing wrong with that, but they’d proved, to a man, rough and ready—more interested in their own gratification than anything else.
    Not so, with Leo. She could tell, by the way he touched and kissed her, he focused on making her shiver with desire. He gave every indication he could go on all night just caressing.
    Well, she couldn’t.
    “Off,” she told him between hungry kisses, and attacked his belt. He laughed deep in his throat, one of the sexiest sounds she’d ever heard. Fingers clumsy with eagerness, she conquered the buckle and moved on to the zipper, which strained over a generous bulge.
    “Where are the—?” she gasped, and he laughed again.
    “Oh, not yet, Miss Webb. Allow me.”
    Now as devoid of clothing as she, he began to conquer her slowly with his tongue. A thorough man was Leo Rankin, she quickly found, and one who paid attention to detail. The fantasies in Gerri’s head evaporated, chased by hot reality. Who needed fantasy when his mouth coaxed maximum response from every inch of her body, lips to toes? When his