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jaw told her he was considering it anyway, but instead he slid his hand down the front of her skirt, making her bow into his touch, before he closed his fingers around her hem and yanked it up.
    She didn’t recognize the strangled sound that came from her throat as he brushed his fingertips lightly across her mound, making her pussy quiver, her clit pulse. He barely touched the groomed curls, and his lips twitched in a smile when she lifted her hips toward his touch.
    “What?”
    “You just came, didn’t you?” His touch hovered over her pussy.
    “But you didn’t make me come.”
    “What were you doing at the club tonight, Paige?” he asked, deliberately parting her thighs.
    She trembled as he bared her vulnerable flesh to his view, his touch. “Looking for you.”
    His eyebrows winged up in surprise. “Is that right?” He stroked a line up the inside of her thigh, stopping just below where she wanted it, needed it.
    “I heard—you went there.” Her breath came in great pants now. “I wanted—” God, he kissed the inside of her knee. Who knew that would send a twinge of heat straight to her pussy?
    “What did you want?” he asked, his deep voice sending another shiver through her.
    “I wanted to see what turned you on.”
    His grip on her inner thigh tightened as he parted her legs wider and moved between them, still dressed, damn him. “What did you learn?”
    “I can’t—think when you’re doing that.”
    “Doing what?” He caressed a circle high inside her other thigh and she felt a pulse of wetness slicken her pussy. “What turns me on?”
    “Watching.” She swallowed hard when he shifted his fingers to pass them back and forth over her mound, barely stirring the curls there, so close and yet, not what she needed. She forced herself to meet his gaze when she just wanted to sink her head back and give in to the sensation. “Two girls. Were you going to join them?”
    “Would that have turned you on? What would you have done if you’d walked into the club to see me fucking someone else?”
    Walked out again . She hated the burn of jealousy that accompanied the image. But she had to hide it, had to be sophisticated about her sexuality, or at least make him believe she was. “Maybe I would have watched.”
    His eyes darkened, for just a moment, before his grin flashed. “Liar.” He lowered his mouth to kiss the area where he’d drawn the circle, letting his stubble heighten the sensation. “What turns you on, Paige?”
    “That.”
    His mouth slid higher, and she whimpered when it rested just below the crease of her thigh. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
    She couldn’t. The anticipation was delicious, and while she ached to come, she couldn’t tell him which method she preferred, not when all options were so appealing. “I want you to do whatever you want.”
    “Now isn’t that accommodating.” He shifted his weight so he was over her, his hands braced beside her shoulders, his nostrils flared as if taking in the scent of her arousal, his mouth so close. “You’re usually bossy as hell.”
    “Kiss me,” she managed.
    His expression softened just a bit as he smoothed her hair back from her face and slanted his mouth over hers in the sweetest kiss she could imagine, his lips stroking, parting, his tongue feathering against the opening of her mouth before sliding deeper, tasting, savoring. God. She’d wanted this for so long, to be beneath him, to have him hold her, cradle her like she was something precious, for him to kiss her as though he’d wanted her forever too.
    He eased back, looking at her. “I want to get you out of that dress.”

Chapter Three
    Paige scooted back to sit up without bumping heads with him. “You’re still dressed,” she pointed out.
    “You first.” He reached behind her for the zipper, not an easy task since the fabric was stretchy. But once the zipper made it to the middle of her back, he seemed satisfied, and drew the material away