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sometimes.”
    He
gave a laugh of disbelief. “Are you kidding me? Things just get broken
randomly?”
    I
looked back down at the mess of glass. “Not usually broken, but there are
noises, things fall…” I looked back up at him. “There’s nothing to be scared
of.”
    He
took a step closer to me. “I’m not scared. I’m pissed that’s someone’s fucking
with us.” He was staring down at me with such intensity that I should have
taken a step back. His hand lifted to cup my cheek, the gentleness was
unexpected considering the anger that was in him. I couldn’t drag my eyes away
from him, feeling almost entranced by him. Time seemed to stop as he slowly
lowered his lips down to mine and kissed me with an agonizing slowness. I
almost stopped breathing in shock, but somehow my lips began to kiss back,
coaxed by his. I closed my eyes, and felt like there was nothing else in this
world but him and me.
    His
lips moved from mine to kiss along my cheek, and I felt his hot breath against
my ear. “You are a sexy little thing, you know that?”
    My
eyes snapped open, and bad memories poured in. I pushed him away, stepping back
and breathing heavily. “Stop making fun of me!”
    He
paused, confused, then he went back to his normal, confident self. “I’m not.”
    “You
are!” I nearly spat, my arms crossing over the front of my nightdress in a
defensive motion. He closed the gap between us, and I couldn’t look away.
    “I
never joke about sex,” he said in a low tone. “I don’t like to waste time when
I see someone I want in my bed. Whatever your self-esteem issues are, or
whatever your problem is, I don’t care. This is what I want.” He hand wrapped
around my wrist and he pulled me toward the stairs.
    “What
are you doing?” I didn’t even try to pull away from his grip as he led me
upstairs, my mind still whirling with what he’d just said.
    “I’m
going to show you what I see.” He pulled me into the bathroom, setting the candle
stick down on the vanity before turning me so I stood in front of him, facing
the large bathroom mirror. One of his hands was firmly wrapped around my waist,
while the other had a light grip on my chin so I was forced to stare at our
reflections. I was breathing hard with confusion, anticipation and…excitement?
    He
moved the arm from my waist and began to stroke my hair. “I see a very
desirable specimen. You float around in this sexy little nightgown in the dark
like you have no fear of what’s lurking there. I don’t know if it’s that
fearlessness or naivety that turns me on more.” He spoke in a low and
mesmerizing tone that worked to block out every other thought within me. I
should have told him that he was wrong and that I was scared of everything, but
I couldn’t get my mouth to work. The hand that stroked my hair moved down
lower, over the lace on my shoulder to slowly glide down over my chest. My
heart started to beat harder as that hand sensually cupped one of my breasts,
and I think that I gasped, especially as his thumb began to trace circles
through the fabric and my nipple hardened to the point where it was visible
through the garment.
    The
hand holding my chin in place released it, but I couldn’t have moved then even
if I wanted to. My eyes were glued to my reflection like I was spellbound. My
other breast was cupped just as seductively as the other, and my nipple sprung
to life in a hardened peak and I felt myself begin to throb between my legs
while my breasts ached.
    “You
see this body,” he murmured in my ear. “This is the body of a woman. It’s
exquisite and it’s alive. What do you think this body wants me to do to it?”
    My
mouth was dry and I couldn’t speak even though my mind screamed for him to move
his hands lower down to ease the throbbing down below.
    “Speak
to me, Mattie.” He kissed my neck, sucking on my skin so I would be left with
red bruise tomorrow. “Tell me what you need.”
    My
body arched back like it had a mind