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bath is probably ready to overflow.”
    He hustled her out of the room and down the hall. The tub was full, but he caught it in time. Kneeling, he shut off the water, set a thick towel on the ceramic floor just outside the tub, and turned—in time to see Erica unbuttoning her shirt.
    Apparently, their exchange had emboldened her. Ian dropped back onto his ass with a thump and watched, spellbound. She smiled as she slipped each button free, knowing she drove him crazy and enjoying it.
    â€œI told you that I take my shoes off when I get home, but know what else I like to take off?”
    â€œYour clothes?” Damn, he sounded hopeful.
    â€œSometimes. But my shoes and my bra are always the first to go. Both are so constrictive. You won’t mind if I spend the weekend barefoot and braless, will you?”
    He shook his head, rendered mute by the sight of pale flesh visible through the gaping shirt. Any second now he’d see her breasts. Be strong, he told himself. Do not start groveling. Or drooling. Drooling would be bad, too.
    And here he’d thought this would be the easy part.
    She shrugged the shirt off her shoulders and tossed it at his face. “Fold that for me.”
    â€œRight.” He dropped it to his lap, unwilling to look away for even a second.
    She reached behind herself and dragged down the zipper on her skirt. “Ian?”
    â€œMmm?”
    â€œI need you to help me. Tug this down my hips, okay, so I can step out of it.”
    Oh, good Lord. He moved forward on his knees and reached for the skirt. But that close to her, his hands automatically went to bare flesh. He shaped her waist, loving the fine texture of her skin in contrast to his rough palms. Her belly was gently rounded, smooth and pale, and her navel made only the slightest indent. He had to kiss it.
    â€œIan? The skirt.”
    He cleared his throat and gathered what meager control he had left. He just hadn’t counted on the effect of her nudity. He felt like a ravening beast, hungry, in heat, ready to conquer. He wanted her under him—now.
    The skirt was tight and had to be worked down. Her panties almost came with it, tripping his heart and freezing his breath in his lungs, but at the last second she caught the waistband and kept them on her hips.
    Her bra matched her panties, and the shiny peach shade did interesting things to her rich black hair and ivory skin. It also did interesting things to his dick, making him swell to a full, demanding erection.
    Through the thin material of her underclothes, he could see the darker circles of her nipples and a neat triangle of pubic hair between her legs. Still on his knees—a position now somewhat familiar with Erica—he reached up for the front clasp of her bra, then waited.
    â€œGo ahead,” she whispered.
    Ian had been in his teens when he’d mastered getting a female’s clothes off her. He sure as hell didn’t fumble now. The bra clasp opened and he drew the material apart. She lowered her arms and the straps slid down, then off so that the bra landed on the floor.
    Her nipples, not pink but a deep mauve, were tightly puckered, making him groan. She didn’t have large breasts but they were soft and round and this was Erica. He’d wanted her for so long, he almost couldn’t remember ever not wanting her.
    Erica curved her hand around his neck. “I want you to kiss me.”
    His gaze snapped to hers but he didn’t need more encouragement than that. Oh, he knew what she intended: to make him hot, then make him stop.
    She wanted some payback.
    But hell, he was already hot, and stopping wouldn’t be easy for her, either. Eventually she wouldn’t want to stop. He knew he was right about that.
    He lifted himself a little higher until his face was level with her torso. Wrapping his arms around her he tugged her close, tilted his head, and drew her left nipple deep into the wet warmth of his mouth. He sucked, not