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white lace bikini panties she had bought at Victoria’s Secret on her way back to the hotel after the convention, an indulgence she had convinced herself had nothing to do with Nick, but actually had everything to do with Nick.
    Her gaze locked with his. Completely focused on Nick, when he unbuttoned his shirt, shrugged it off and tossed it away, kicked off his shoes and unzipped his pants, for a moment, she couldn’t breathe.
    The man was ripped. A long, lean torso corded with muscle, six-pack abs, and shoulders that could fill a door frame. His hair wasn’t quite black, she realized, just so dark it looked that way and so did the dusting of hair on his chest that arrowed down into the navy blue slacks hanging low on his hips. As he drew her against him, she could feel the springy texture against her breasts, and goose bumps feathered over her skin.
    Lifting her into his arms, he settled her in the middle of the king-size bed, then shed his shoes, pants, and briefs, leaving him naked and fiercely aroused. Samantha’s eyes widened at his formidable size and length as he came down over her and started kissing her again, drawing her back into the heat, making her forget everything but him.
    â€œSweet Jesus, I want you,” he whispered against the side of her neck. And dear God, she wanted him, too.
    A half dozen hot kisses followed, drugging her completely, stirring a hungry ache that settled deep in her core.
    â€œNick . . .” she whispered as he touched her there, stroked her, seemed to know exactly how to give her pleasure. “Please . . .”
    â€œEasy, baby, we’ll get there.” He took his time with her breasts, molding and caressing, making the hunger build. As he settled himself between her legs, she realized he had sheathed himself—she had no idea when. She only knew he felt big and hard as he entered her, slowed at the snug fit, kissed her deeply as he seated himself to the hilt. Then he started to move.
    â€œNick . . .” Catching the rhythm, Samantha gave herself up to the wild sensations, the two of them moving together as if their lovemaking had been perfectly choreographed. She was hot. So hot. She had never felt this hot before, never felt as if her body was going to come apart.
    â€œLet yourself go, Samantha.” The commanding voice, touched with a hint of tenderness, had her on the edge, then tipping into climax.
    â€œNick,” she cried softly, but Nick didn’t stop. It wasn’t until she had reached a second powerful release that he finally let himself go, his muscles tightening, a growl low in his throat.
    Samantha clung to his neck as she began to spiral down, a secret smile locked inside her. Nick had given her a perfect memory, just as she had hoped. Samantha knew she wouldn’t forget it—or him—any time soon.
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    Dressed to leave, the sun not yet up, Nick leaned down and softly kissed Samantha’s cheek. He smiled when she didn’t stir. He had no doubt he had lived up to his promise. Sex with Samantha Hollis had been fantastic. Better than fantastic.
    After the first time, he had left her napping and returned to his room for a handful of condoms. His encounter wasn’t planned but he had learned to be prepared and—hey, he was in Vegas. And the truth was, he hadn’t had enough of Samantha Hollis. Not nearly enough.
    The second time they’d made love, she had been less reserved. The third time, the lady had been a tigress. She was small, but every ounce a woman. Nick could think of a dozen different ways he’d like to have her. If she hadn’t had a job waiting for her in San Francisco, he might have suggested they stay another week.
    Instead, he headed back to his room and packed the carry-on bag that held all the clothes he’d brought. Wheeling the bag toward the door of his suite, he paused long enough to pick up the phone and call down to the concierge.
    â€œI’d like a