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"I want to see you," I say.

I step closer. I don’t touch her. Instead, I place my hands on the island on either side of her, caging her in. I lean down, my lips just brushing hers.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," I whisper.

Her breath hitches.

"I'm sure that's not true," she says, her cheeks flushing.

"You doubt me?" I ask, my lips brushing her jaw.

"Men say things like that all the time." Her breath is ragged. "It's... flattering. But it's not true."

"So you're going to make me prove it to you then?"

"No," she says sheepishly. "That's not what I—"

"Say no more," I whisper before taking her mouth in a searing kiss.

I pour all the desire, all the admiration into it. She responds with an equal heat, her arms coming up around my neck, her body arching against me.

I use one arm to keep her body flush against me. And I slide one hand into her thick hair to angle her just the way I want her. I deepen the kiss.

"I'm going to have you, Blair," I murmur against her lips. "I'm going to have you in every way I can. And you're going to love every second of it. I'm going to prove to you that you are the most beautiful woman in this whole city. Sì?"

The only sound she can manage is a whimper against my mouth. That's good enough for me. I break the kiss, and I start my descent.

I run my hands down her sides, my thumbs tracing the underside of her breasts. She shivers, her back arching. My mouth follows the same path. I nip, I lick, I kiss. I worship.

I have to stop myself from crawling over the island. I have to remind myself that I'm a man, not an animal.

But only just barely.

I have to taste her.

I can't explain it. It's a need that's consuming me, a hunger that's demanding to be satisfied. I want to drown in her, to get lost in her, to forget everything but the feel of her, the taste of her, the sound of my name on her lips.

I take a nipple into my mouth, and she cries out, her hands fisting in my hair. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, grinding against me.

I have to stop. I have to stop, or I'm going to embarrass myself.

I pull back, my breathing ragged, my control hanging by a thread.

"What's wrong?" she asks, her green eyes dark and hazy.

"Absolutely nothing," I say, my voice hoarse.

I step back and make quick work of my shirt, tossing it aside. I keep my eyes locked with hers as I unbuckle my belt, the sound loud in the quiet room.

Her gaze drops, and she licks her lips.

Oh, I am a goner for this woman.

I've had women look at me with desire before. But this is different. This is more. This is Blair. My Blair.

A fierce, possessive surge goes through me.

I shuck off my pants and boxers in one motion.