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madness, but she wanted to fuse herself with the one person who had unknowingly touched her soul, the place she hadn’t allowed anyone to touch in years.
    â€œCome with me.”
    He practically carried her away from the deck and down the hall, his mouth ravaging hers, nipping at her lips, tasting her. Several times, he pushed her back against the wall and kissed her, his thigh pressing between hers, nudging at the pulsing center of her body. Time seemed to slow as they rolled and jostled their way to wherever Bobby was leading. Then Jane heard a muffled click as a door opened. The room was dim, just a faint cast of moonlight through an open window. She had no idea if they were in a bedroom or an office, and she didn’t care. Bobby’s mouth was on hers again.
    She heard him kick the door closed with his foot. “It’s not locked,” she uttered, her skin itching to be touched by large, rough hands.
    â€œI know.” He eased her onto the bed, then shouldered out of his tuxedo jacket and white shirt. Jane stared, her lips parted. Bobby’s face remained in shadow, but his chest, that tanned, thickly muscled chest, lay bare, greedy fingers of moonlight washing over him.
    When he lowered his head and Jane found his gaze, she smiled. “This will be far better than a beer, I can promise you that.”
    â€œBetter be,” Bobby said with a lazy grin, though the muscles in his arms were as taut as pulled rope.
    â€œYou’ll let me know…”
    â€œI’ll guide you every step of the way, darlin’.” Bobby was over her in seconds, his mouth on hers. But he only allotted her a few deep kisses before his head dipped, finding her pulse at the base of her neck. He nibbled at the spot, drew his tongue up the band of muscle. Jane sucked air between her teeth and plunged her fingers into his hair. Down he moved to her collarbone, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin.
    A hungry growl escaped his throat as he tugged the top of her dress down. She wore no bra, and he quickly bent his head, took one stiff nipple into his mouth and suckled deeply. Jane gasped in pleasure and dug her nails into his skull.
    Bobby tugged and suckled her steadily, making her toes point and her thighs tremble. Jane squirmed and pressed her hips up, against the mound of his erection.Bobby eased down her dress and discarded it somewhere on the floor, then returned to her breast, laving slow circles around her aching nipple. His hand slipped down, over her ribs where her heart thudded violently, over her flat belly and under the slip of underwear at her hips. Pure instinct took her, and Jane opened her thighs in response. It had been so long—two and half years to be exact—since a man had touched her. She’d almost forgotten what it felt like.
    Though she wasn’t sure she’d really been touched before now. Bobby Callahan was an expert. He had skill and an erotic passion she’d never experienced. His emotions were raw and exposed as he ravished her body, acting as though he wanted to consume her.
    His mouth was on her jaw, her neck, as his hand moved over the curls between her legs, his middle finger dipping into the wet seam beneath. Jane’s skin prickled, and her womb pulsed in anticipation. She pumped her hips, urging him to use his hands, his mouth, anything. She wanted him on top of her, splaying her thighs as wide as they would go. She wanted him inside her.
    But he had other plans.
    Chuckling softly, he found the swollen peak hidden inside her slick folds, and flicked the pink cleft lightly between his thumb and middle finger.
    â€œOh…please…” Jane uttered, her hips and legs jerking wildly as she felt herself on the brink of orgasm.
    â€œThat’s right,” he whispered in her ear, quickly slipping off her underwear. “Let it come, darlin’. Let yourself come.”
    Her hips thrust up, over and over as he nipped herearlobe and skillfully