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Carefully restored hardwood floors were covered with plush carpets in the ornate, Victorian style.   The lights were electric, but the fixtures, including the large chandelier, were old style.   It was Victorian fussy...yet it was not.
    She twirled around in the center of the living room in awe as she asked, "Did you do this yourself?"
    "It took me years to restore this old monster, but I finally finished it a year ago."
    "You're a genius, Devon," she blurted out before she could stop herself.   It was the truth.   His eye for detail was incredible.
    Devon grasped her shoulders and pulled her down on the couch.   His eyes were intense as he held her still, tilting her face to meet his eyes.   "Molly,   is it true that you aren't marrying Dylan, or am I so intoxicated that I'm imagining it?"
    She gave him a puzzled look as she answered, "Why would I marry Dylan? We've always been friends.   I set him up with his fiancée-to-be, Lauren.   She's another good friend and a fellow nurse at the hospital I work in."
    He groaned as he leaned back against the cool leather and closed his eyes.   "You went as his date to Mom and Dad's party."
    He thought she was Dylan's date ?   "I wasn't his date.   I went with him as a friend because I'm fond of your parents."   She hesitated before adding, "If Dylan and I had been dating I never would have...I wouldn't..." she muttered, her face flushing a bright pink.
    He opened his eyes and shot her a scorching glance.   "Let me devour you on the patio?" he finished with a growl.   "Shit!   I've tortured myself for six months over the fact that I mauled my brother's date."   He stroked her cheek softly as he continued, "I wanted you so badly that I forgot my brother was dating you."
    "But...but you were so distant the rest of the night.   I thought you regretted what happened."   She looked away from him, blinking to keep herself from tearing up just thinking about his rejection.
    "I was eaten up with guilt for kissing my brother's woman and enjoying it so much, Molly."
    "I've never been his woman.   We...we aren't interested in each other that way.   We never have been," she answered him honestly.
    One moment Molly was looking at his astonished face...and the next, she was pinned beneath his body on the couch.   She quivered as Devon whispered, "I've been dreading hearing that you two were getting more serious.   I thought I was going to the restaurant tonight to hear about your engagement.   Dylan and I haven't talked much in the last few months because he's been so busy.   He hasn't told me about Lauren.   I tortured myself thinking about you with him and then hated myself for coveting you, wanting you when I thought you were my brother’s."
    Oh, God. Oh, God.    She had to be strong.   The man was drunk.   He didn't know what he was saying.
    Molly willed herself not to react...but her desire betrayed her.   As Devon nuzzled her ear and nibbled his way down her neck, she had to suppress the urge to moan aloud.
    "I was so lost that night on the patio, I might have taken you right there if Dylan hadn't interrupted," his sultry, low voice breathed into her ear.
    Devon’s mouth covered hers in the same, devastating way as that night at his parents’ party.   He kissed her with a hunger that she couldn't ignore and couldn't resist.   Her mouth opened to him, letting him take her in a way that left her breathless and starving for more.   She gave herself over, lost in the surge of his tongue and the feel of his wandering hands on her body.
    Molly wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands trembling as they threaded through his thick, silky hair.
    She shivered as his hands cupped her breasts through her light, silky dress and bra.   His thumbs zeroed in on her nipples, circling them roughly. They stood at attention for him, begging for his touch.
    She whimpered against his mouth as his hand slid under her dress and up her thigh,