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classic Nordic features, blue-gray eyes and tall muscular build. Her blood felt like it was bubbling inside her and whatever else happened she wanted to remember this moment for the rest of her life. No one had ever looked at her like she was the center of their world before and it scared the hell out of her because she wasn’t stupid enough to think it wouldn’t be addictive.
    He was only supposed to have been her fortieth birthday present to herself, a guilty pleasure she shared with no one else. She’d never been the kind of woman men pursued but Jake Truhorn stood in front of her now, smiling that Viking marauder you’re mine smile that still made her wet and crazy.
    “You’re still wearing too many clothes,” he whispered, his warm breath fanning across her cheek as his lips traced a path to her mouth. “I see your mouth in my dreams Ella. If I close my eyes I can still taste you.” She opened her mouth and breathed him in, welcoming his tongue, his mouth, his instant fervor.
    His clever hands unhooked her bra and in a deft move he lifted her breasts, tested their weight against his palms, teased her nipples with a flick of his fingertips before he bent his head and sucked first one and then the other into his warm, wet mouth. She arched into him, reaching for his mouth, his hands, the mind-drugging essence of the man himself.
    This was what she’d missed. The freedom of letting go, of just enjoying Jake Truhorn and his immense talent for embracing life. He held her up as if she’d been made of air, strong hands cupping her ribs, her back. The rasp of her zipper sent a delicious shiver down her spine and back up it when he drew her jeans down over her bare hips.
    “When…did you start shaving?”
    She chuckled at his wonder. “I thought that I might enjoy the sensation of silk rubbing against my bare lips. It was this year’s birthday present to myself .”
    She smiled at his sharp intake of breath and the first swipe of his tongue against the smooth lips of her pussy. “Did you do it—or did you have it done?”
    “Two margaritas, a very serious Brazilian technician and some lovely hot wax that smelled like mangoes were my recipe of choice.” Her jeans were puddled around her ankles and a beautiful naked man was lapping at her pussy as if it was the finest delicacy offered in this marvelous outdoor café full of sunshine and the smell of warm meadows and sex. She moaned, already wet, greedy for more.
    She toed off her canvas sneakers, felt him slide her jeans over her feet, taking her socks with the heavy denim, dropping them onto the pile of her already discarded blouse and bra.
    And then he was back at her mouth, kissing her, devouring her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, mindless, wondering where the nearest bed was when he bent his knees, grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her against him.
    “Not concerned about your back or conserving your strength?” Her voice shook and she didn’t care.
    He narrowed his eyes. “Stop fishing—I don’t think you’re too tall, too fat, or too curvy. I want all of you. Now, tell me you want me. Tell me this week is mine. Nothing is off-limits.”
    She nodded and he tightened his hold, his fingers digging into her. “Say it!”
    “I want you—nothing is off-limits for this week,” she whispered breathily, shaking.
    His smile was predatory and for the first time she felt a little tremor of fear slide up her spine. He wants more than a week. Now was not the time to argue. Her body had never been so tight, so needy, so very desperate for someone else’s touch. Not someone else’s—his.
    Where did a naked man get a condom? She barely had time to register the bowl full of packets on the small table beside them before he ripped one open and covered himself.
    She felt him probe her, slide inside, inch by delicious inch until she was filled. And then he began to thrust and she wanted to scream at him to hurry, to not let this feeling get away. He