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in surprise. “How did you know I had that?”
    “I felt it when we were dancing.” She was surprised he’d noticed it and there was something odd about his tone, but she shrugged it off.
    “Well, okay, but what about STDs?”
    His eyes narrowed, his expression turning intense. “I’m clean, Hannah, I swear, and I know you are.”
    She was; she’d been tested only last week, but how could he know that? And how could she just take his word that he was? “I—”
    Sol’s hand moved up to brush her cheek, cutting her off. “I promised I would not let anything bad happen to you, Hannah. I swear I’m not carrying anything that could hurt you. Trust me, please.”
    His voice rang with sincerity, and before she could answer, his head dropped once again to her neck. With every press of his lips the rational part of her mind weakened. As if he could feel her wavering, he pressed against her, covering every inch of her with his large body. His spicy pine scent was fogging her brain, and when he pressed his hard erection to her with a low groan, all resistance crumbled. She threw her arms around his neck and arched into him. He moaned with approval.
    “Whose room do we go to?” Sol asked between kisses.
    “Hey you’ve got the suite,” she managed to say.
    Sol chuckled against her and leaned over to press the button to his floor. “And I think we need to make good use of it.” His tone was suggestive, filling her mind with erotic images; Sol above her in his bed, her bent over the couch while he took her from behind, the two of them in the shower, her legs wrapped around his waist.
    When the elevator arrived, Sol all but carried her to his room, only breaking away from her long enough to open the door and turn on the light. They fell into the room, their lips and tongues moving together in a wild rhythm, Hannah’s hands pushing Sol’s jacket from his broad shoulders even before the door shut behind them.
    Sol dropped his jacket to the floor before wrapping his arms around her, lifting her easily to carry her farther into the room. Hannah kicked off her heels and then began to work on the buttons of his shirt, possessed with an urgent need to get his clothes off, to get them skin to skin.
    Her fingers deftly worked his shirt open and she pushed the fabric from him, forcing him to drop his arms. As he did, she pulled away to look at him and her breath caught at the sight. He was like the models you saw on the covers of male fitness magazines, his body a sculpted display of hard muscles and coiled strength, so perfect it made her breath catch. He was too good to be true.
    “You’re perfect,” she sighed, before leaning into him to trail a line of kisses along his chest, her nails scratching lightly over the lines of his abs. His skin was smooth and hot beneath her lips, and the deep groan that rumbled out of him caused a pleasured ache between her legs. His arms encircled her and as his hands moved to the zipper at the back of her dress, sparks moved across her where his fingers brushed her skin.
    Overwhelmed by the sheer maleness of him, Hannah moved over his chest in a flurry of kisses, licks, and bites that elicited a growl from Sol. A primal, utterly male sound that sent her body into overdrive.
    As he slipped the dress from her, exposing her bare breasts, Sol pushed Hannah away so he could look at her. She trembled slightly, but as his gaze moved over her body, fire sparked deep in his eyes; his expression turned possessive, almost predatory.
    She gasped as he pulled her to him, their voices joined in a deep moan of pleasure at the feel of their naked skin pressed together for the first time. Then they kissed in a frantic motion of lips and tongues, clutching each other with an undeniable intensity, the heat between them scorching. Hannah felt herself lifted, Sol’s arms so firm around her, and then they tumbled onto the bed.
    In a few rough moves their remaining clothes were gone and they were both naked, their