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Her brows shot up. “There is?”

“Hmm?” Finishing the wine, he put away the glass and made his way towards her purposefully.

Chapter 9

Stopping in front of her, he took her hand and pulled her up gently.

“My wine. I am not…”

Before she could finish the sentence, he took the glass from her and set it on a lovely cherry wood table.

“I think we have waited long enough, don’t you?” His hands came up to frame her face, gray eyes burning with an intensity that matched hers perfectly. His body heat wrapped around her, slid into her and caused her to tremble.

A lock of dense dark hair had fallen over his forehead giving him an endearing look. His physicality was powerful and intimidating. The dark blue sweater clung to his chest and shoulders, the material highlighting his muscular frame.

She supposed he was about six two or three, because he towered over her. She barely came to his shoulders, and she was wearing boots with heels.

The way he was staring at her made her feel as if she was the most beautiful woman in the world and that feeling was heady. It made her feel powerful and very wanted at the same time.

“What are you thinking?” He asked hoarsely, eyes wandering over her face.

“When you look at me like that, I cannot think.”

“We will not be doing much of that tonight.” His thumb traced the outline of her full bottom lip. “Not much talking either.” He tilted her chin up. “Any questions?”

She was numb, except for the blood racing through her veins and the tremors attacking her nerves.

She shook her head.

“Good.” Cupping her cheek, he lifted her face and bent his head. “Give me your mouth, my sweet.” He groaned against her lips before taking advantage of the parted lips that had been driving him crazy since the moment he laid eyes on her.

The kiss was rapacious, sensual, and quickly spinning out of control. He swallowed her gasp, one hand moving restlessly down her back to cup her neat derriere, bringing her closer to him. He wanted to absorb her, and this was not enough. Without breaking the kiss, he swung her into his arms, his mouth still sealed on hers.

Ending the kiss so he could see where he was going, he strode from the room and up the stairs with her cradled against him.

Sadie buried her face on his chest, her nostrils assailed by the subtle cologne that was so much a part of him. Sweeping the doors open, he stepped over the threshold. Sadie got an impression of a tan and gold living room, the décor carried over to the bedroom where a huge bed dominated the impressively large room.

The only other furniture was an armoire and a tan sofa in front of the very large fireplace.

“I could light a fire.” He set her down gently on the bed and knelt to take off her boots.

“I… Yes.”

Sliding the boots off, he dropped them and worked his way up her jean clad legs, fingers pressing against her calves. “You are tense.”

“High heels.” She stifled a satisfied moan when he continued to work out the kinks.

“I cannot understand why women put themselves through that sort of misery.”

“Vanity.” She watched through half closed eyes as he continued to work his magic. “And I am short. So, the added height is often needed.”

“You are perfect, for me.”

Her heart skittered and turned over before settling.

“You have such a way with words.”

“I am not just flattering you.” He gave her calves another satisfying rub before rising.