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    She leaned into the downy over-sized pillow and sent him a wary glance. He palmed both of her feet. When he began to knead her heels and soles, she decided insanity was a small price to pay for the heavenly massage. “Oh, Lord. That’s sheer ecstasy.”
    “You limped a tad on the way to the bathroom. Figured you’d been wearing those wicked red stilettos all day.” He worked his thumb along the arch of one foot, the pressure intense almost to the point of pain, but so incredibly soothing at the same time.
    She sank into the cushion and closed her eyes. No one had ever massaged her feet before. He rubbed the backs of her ankles, and she nearly swooned in ecstasy. She moaned aloud when he pressed the pads of his fingers along her arches. “You have magic hands.”
    “And you haven’t even seen or felt the magic yet. Wait ’til you feel my thumb here.” He shifted, leaned over, slipped his hand under her dress along the inside of her thigh, and unerringly found her clit. “Fuck. You’re drenched.”
    Angel’s cheeks heated. She sucked in her lips and focused on a spot to the right of his shoulder.
    “Don’t.” He pulled her forward so her knees rode his thighs, and snagged her chin so their gazes met. “Don’t be embarrassed. Makes me feel like a stud to have you so wet for me.”
    “A stud? Love your word choice. I noticed you haven’t removed your hand.” His thumb worked her insistently, tracing a slow circle around her clit.
    Angel shuddered. She hadn’t had an orgasm in forever, not a single, lonely spark of desire to have sex for too long to pinpoint the time. One touch from him, and he had her on point. He pressed down on her clit, she shivered, and her breath came out in fast hitches. She lifted to his touch.
    “Not going to. Christ, you’re passionate. I wanted to take this slow. Not going to happen now. I’ve been wanting to undress you from the second I saw you on my doorstep.”
    He stretched out, shifted them so they lay face to face on the sheepskin rug, and combed her long waves around her shoulders. He kissed the cusp of first one and then the other. “Elegance and siren all rolled into one.”
    He slipped one strap of the black dress down and nibbled his way to her elbow. The slight, grazed kisses had her on fire. Who knew a forearm could be erotic?
    By the time Satan tongue-tickled her open palm and placed a hot, wet kiss in the middle, she was squirming on the plush carpet.
    Two could play this game.
    She licked the pulse at the hollow of his throat. Her range of movement was limited by his arm curved around her back, so she nuzzled his neck, and reached up to nip his ear.
    He grunted and slid up the length of her. She found his mouth and ate at him, running her hands over his sinewy deltoids, and tugged the sweater over his ribs to feel his hard, hot chest. God, he was ripped. She couldn’t drag her greedy gaze from pectorals so perfect, every muscle so delineated, the statue of David would weep in shame.
    His hand slid down the length of her leg, and the roughened tips of his fingers left a trail of smoldering embers on her skin,
    She struggled to sit up, and he helped her. She shimmied the other strap of her dress down and reached for the half-zip in the back.
    He caught her hand and nipped the base of her neck. “No way. You’re my present, and I’m unwrapping you.”
    “Up a bit.” He offered her his hand.
    Puzzled but curious, she allowed him to pull her to kneeling. “What now?”
    “This.” He tightened his hand around her waist and turned her around.
    She glanced over her shoulder at him. His black eyes smoldered, and she knew he was on the edge too. “Hurry.”
    He didn’t hurry. He tugged the dress off her in increments so slow she expected to implode. Her nipples hardened into burning peaks. Her breasts ached and felt too heavy.
    She wanted to brain him. “Hurry, hurry.”
    Satan was on his knees behind her. He cupped her breasts.
    “Yes. Yes. Pinch