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when he offered his
hand. The gesture carried the full weight of their bargain and warned that the
time to pay up had arrived. Charlotte wiped her mouth with the corner of the
black dinner napkin and tossed it on top of the one he’d thrown in the middle
of the table. Grabbing her clutch, she took his hand and let him pull her to
her feet. For a moment, she had no sensation of standing as all feeling left
her extremities and her knees wobbled.
    The man placed his hand to the small of her back and half
guided, half followed her out of the dining car. She proceeded toward the
sleeper coach where she had paid a small fortune for the largest available
compartment. All the way there, a steady throb pulsed in her chest. A similar
pulse echoed between her legs and where his hand rested on the small of her
back. Every step confirmed the inevitability of what was about to happen.
    Charlotte wished she could see his face right now. Did he
share in the wild surge of anticipation and arousal that now raged through her?
Did he look down at her ass and imagine what he would to do to her and vice
versa?
    At the door of her compartment, he leaned against the isle
wall while she placed the key in the lock. She slipped inside. He didn’t
follow. She turned to find him standing in the doorway, staring at her with a
gaze as urgent as it was determined.
    “I want you,” she said.
    The sound of her voice propelled him inside as if he needed
and waited for this final and irrevocable invitation. His arms reached for her
and pulled her against him while he kicked the door shut with his foot.
    His mouth covered hers as his hands tunneled through the
hair at the back of her head. She reached around his waist and held on,
doubting that she could remain standing of her own accord. It had been an
eternity since she’d been so enveloped by the strength and solidity of a man
that she felt safe to surrender to his lead.
    Good thing because the kiss turned her brains to mush faster
than she could count to five. Moist lips slid over hers, teasing and provoking.
He took little tastes, from many angles, coaxing her pleasure with sure strokes
of a master who knew the effects of every minute contact. When she trapped his
lips with hers to get closer, deeper and harder, he began to devour like a
starved man on a feeding frenzy.
    A sound issued from her throat and her lips became a raw web
of nerves challenged to the limits of their sensitivity. No kiss had ever made
her so boneless that she thanked heaven for the miracle of a man strong enough
to hold her while she let herself fall apart in his arms.
    When he repeatedly pushed his tongue into her mouth to play
with her own tongue, gravity suddenly threatened to pull her down as fast as it
accumulated in her clit and her pussy. Her arousal brimmed past the point of
containment. She arched into him, desperate for genital contact, even through
the clothes.
    His hand roamed up her back, tracing the zipper of her dress
until he reached the top. Without as much as a second’s pause, he pulled down
to slide it open. The slow parting of fabric tortured Charlotte’s growing
anticipation. How a man undressed a woman painted a reliable picture of his
seduction. This man definitely knew how to tantalize her body into becoming a
breathless pawn in his strategy of complete and unstoppable conquest.
    By the time the zipper’s slider bottomed out at the tip of
her sacrum, Charlotte squirmed to hold in the steady trickle between her legs.
As if to anchor her, he placed both hands on her shoulders, his fingers barely
touching and still managing to cause a cascade of sensation. He broke the kiss
even as she gasped into his mouth. A frozen moment held them before she felt
the dress slip down her arms.
    The slow scrape of fabric against skin served to drive her
closer to a desperate edge. Once he pushed the dress past her waist, he paused.
Charlotte held a breath. As if waiting for this cue, he let go and the garment
finally