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Then shewondered what he looked like without clothes.

When Ander wentover to the bathroom to rinse off the vibrator, Lori moved to the bed. Sheturned down the comforter and sheets and then sat down on the edge of themattress. She took off the belted sweater she wore—the same one she’d worn lasttime. Under it, however, she was wearing a chemise in the same soft cashmere asher favorite pajama set. She thought it might be smart to wear something thatcould just be pushed up to have sex. And the graceful lines and little tie justunder her breasts made her feel kind of sexy.

It wasn’t anysort of racy lingerie. Pretty tame in the scheme of things. It was sexy forher, though, and tonight she could use all the sexy she could get.

Before Andercame over to join her, he turned off the overhead lights. “Is it all right ifwe leave the light on in the bathroom? It will still be plenty dark, but itmight help to have a little more light to work with the vibrator.”

“Sure.” She’dkind of liked the deep darkness of the room last time, but she wasn’t about toargue with what was obviously good sense.

Ander picked upthe tube of lubricant and a couple of condom packets from his case before hereturned to the bed. “Did you want to lie down?” he asked, putting the vibratorand other stuff on the nightstand and turning off the bedside light.

With a longexhale, Lori pulled up her legs and reclined back on the bed. She’d been doingso well—focusing on anticipation rather than anxiety—but now she was startingto get nervous. She was still aroused, but not so much she stopped thinkingabout what was about to happen.

“Do you want meto keep my clothes on this evening?” Ander stood, dark and looming, beside thebed.

Since she feltbraver today, she replied, “Oh. No. I guess not. You can take them off.”

Ander startedunbuttoning his shirt. His motion was slow, almost mesmerizing, as he graduallyrevealed his bare chest beneath. When he’d untucked the skirt, he let it slidewith unhurried ease to the floor. His chest was toned and masculine. She couldsee the clean contours of muscle development on his abdomen and shoulders, evenin the dim light of the room.

He slid hisbelt out of the loops. He moved naturally, not ostentatiously, but Lorisuddenly realized he was giving her a little show.

It waseffective. As she watched, her intimate muscles clenched in excitement andjitters rose up in her belly, but she also felt a gurgle of amusement. She hadto press her lips together to stifle it.

Who would havethought that Lori Addison would be in the position to get such an elegantstriptease from a bald man?

She must nothave hidden her reaction well because Ander paused in the midst of unzipping.He arched his eyebrows. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh, no,” shesaid, keeping her eyes wide and trying not to stare down at what would berevealed when his pants came unzipped. “Everything’s fine. You’re doing anexcellent job.”

Ander narrowedhis eyes, a little suspiciously, before he let his trousers fall to the floor,revealing black silk boxers and a pair of very fine legs.

“Boxers?” Loriasked, working past the surge of visceral admiration at the sight of his nearperfect body. “I was wondering what you wore.”

Ander took offhis watch as he replied, “I didn’t know what you’d prefer. Since you’reAmerican, I thought boxers were a better bet.”

Lori blinked upat him. “What do you mean?”

“American womentend to prefer boxers on men. If you were international, I’d have worn briefs.Obviously, once I know a woman’s preference, I accommodate it.”

“American womenprefer boxers?”

“I have only myown informal assessment to go by, but, yes, I’d say three-fourths of them do. Itry to pay attention.”

“Wow,” Loribreathed. “That’s what I call attention to detail.”

Ander gave hera half-smile. “It’s part of my job.” His hands lingered on the waistband of hisboxers. “Shall I?”

Lori gulped,torn between nerves and carnal interest. The silk was thin and slippery, andshe could see evidence through the fabric that he was already half-erect. “Whydon’t you wait on that?” she finally decided.

Ander noddedand came over to sit on the edge of the bed. “Like last time? Some foreplaywith no kissing?”

She scootedover toward the middle of the bed to make room for him. “Yes. Thank you.”

He slanted heran odd look before he moved into bed beside her. Then he moved over her. Likelast time, he started with some light kisses on the side of her neck, but thenhe moved up to brush his lips along the line of her jaw.

Lori sucked ina breath. Then a sharper breath when he trailed his mouth down to the pulse inher throat. She felt his teeth on her skin, very gently.

Without anyconscious thought, her hands settled on his head, irresistibly drawn to thesmooth scalp. Again, no signs of bristles.

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