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dark, musky floral scent rose from her hair and skin, wrapping him in heat.
    Her arms snuck up around his neck, and her small, firm breasts pressed against his chest.
    Once again pretending to dance, he shifted her slightly to glide her nipples across his chest. They’d been erect before their bodies met—they were hardened little bullets now.
    “Do you think you’ll overcome every one of my objections as easily?” she asked, her breath gusting gently in his ear.
    “I promise you won’t have one when the time comes.” He lifted his leg and rubbed his thigh against her crotch.
    Her head fell back, and her chocolate eyes glinted with amusement. “Sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
    He was getting there. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I smell your arousal.”
    Her breath gasped, but she didn’t pull away. A tremor shook her body. “Do you think you’re just going to get a quick—”
    Placing a finger over her lips to shut her up, he said, “Whoa, sweetheart.” He nuzzled her cheek. “Nothing about this’ll be quick. This is just the appetizer.” He bent and kissed her sleek shoulder.
    Her head fell back exposing her creamy throat, inviting him to slide his lips along her throat—which he did.
    “You sound like you’re going to eat me,” she said, half laughing, half moaning.
    Max stiffened and spoke between tightened lips, “I will, if you ask me sweetly.”
    Again, she gasped, following with a burst of soft, strained laughter.
    Not the outright “yes” he hoped for, but promising just the same. He wished he had a glib tongue so he could put her at ease, but his body was too insistent, too ready to pounce for him to think straight.
    Every sense tuned to her. Her body draped languidly across his chest. Her legs slid along either side of his thigh, and he wondered if she wanted another rough caress. He decided to test her by rubbing his thigh against her sex.
    She moaned—a sexy sound that made his dick throb.
    His hands glided over her back, then smoothed to her sides. With his thumbs, he caressed the edges of her breasts. She didn’t stiffen in his arms. “Look at me,” he said.
    Her head tilted back. Her eyes were wide open.
    He swept his thumbs beneath the fabric of her top and went straight for the ripe little berries at the center of her breasts.
    Her gaze darted beyond his shoulder to the bar.
    “They can’t see a thing. It’s too dark.” He swooped down to capture her lips.
    Sounding like a kitten, she whimpered, pressing hard against his thumbs. Her hands clutched his shoulders.
    He raked her tongue with his, and then swept around her mouth to touch her teeth, the roof of her mouth, before he pulled away to drag air into his lungs. “Baby, I want a bed beneath your back for what I’m gonna do to you.” No way could he be subtle or patient with this one. She has to want this as much as I do…
    Again, her throat moved. “And if I can’t wait?”
    He stilled for a moment, and then muttered, “Christ!” His need crowded insistently against the front of his jeans. With a quick glance around the bar for the nearest exit, he pulled her down a hallway and into the restroom.
    Once inside, he locked the door. Then he turned and stalked her, backing her into the old-fashioned wooden stall. “You have to spell it out for me. Do you want me to stop?”
    Her eyes rounded. “I don’t know. I don’t know you .”
    His jaw clamped tight. “I won’t hurt you. Or at least I’ll try not to.”
    Her tongue wet her lips. “Good enough,” she whispered.
    Max palmed her breast with one hand; his other hand glided up her bare thigh and pushed up her short skirt. He went straight to the unexpected scrap of nylon covering her sex. He tipped the lid of the toilet closed with the toe of his boot and sat.
    The woman, Pia, wasted no time climbing onto his lap, her thighs straddling him. Her breasts were level with his mouth, and she pushed the hem of her cropped top up, exposing them.
    Max took