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His expression was perfectly serious, but I said, 'You're full of shit.'

'Perhaps. If so, you should call my bluff. Just open the door and we'll test it out.'

He gave me a look that was almost enough to let me test it without so much as a touch. Which gave me an idea…

'You're right. Maybe I should.' I backed up to the bed, then settled onto the edge. 'But I think I can manage by myself. I'm a strong believer in self-reliance.'

'I see.'

I smiled. 'Not yet.'

As I eased back onto the bed, my skirt hiked up until it was bunched at my hips. I ran my fingers along the hem, then under, to the inside of my thigh.

'You wouldn't dare,' he said.

'That's what you said last night and, as you may have noticed, I'm not the sort of woman to let a challenge pass.'

I leaned back and brought my feet up to give him a better view. I stroked the inside of my thigh, fingers climbing higher. A surreptitious look his way. He was pressed against the gap, his nostrils flaring, eyes glinting. His lips parted, tongue slipping between his teeth-

I shuddered and pulled my gaze away. I was already so wet I'd need to peel these panties off.

I slipped my fingertip under my panty leg, running it along the edge, tugging it up just enough to give him a peek at what lay beneath. Then, holding the panties aside with one hand, I teased myself with the other, gasping and arching my hips.

Jeremy gripped the edge of the door frame, fingers flexing as if readying for that lock-breaking yank. But he didn't do it, just stood there, watching me, nostrils flaring, holding back-controlling it and drawing it out until the last possible moment-

I stopped before I hit my last possible moment. I let go of my panties, but kept my finger under them, where he couldn't watch.

'You could open that door, Jeremy,' I said. 'But that would break it, and then you'd have to explain things and, well, that just wouldn't be proper, would it?'

I leaned back on the bed, fingers still teasing us both. His hand tightened on the door frame, but he only said, 'Open the door, Jaime.'

'You'd like that, wouldn't you?' I slid a finger inside myself and gasped. 'I'm doing just fine on my own.'

'I can do better.'

'Think so? I'm pretty sure I have more practice.'

A laugh. Then a roll of his shoulders, as if trying to snap out of the mood. He glanced over his shoulder.

'You really should let me in, Jaime. Before a guard walks by and sees me. That's trouble we don't want.'

'Oh, so now you're getting all responsible on me. I thought you said it was safe.'

'For climbing up, not camping out.'

I walked to the door, stopped at the opposite end-out of his reach-and peered into the night.

'All anyone can see from this angle, in the darkness, is a very big tree.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes.'

'Absolutely?'

'Yes, so you're not using that as an excuse to come inside.'

'I wasn't thinking of excuses. I was thinking of a little show you promised me in the alley this afternoon.'

'I never promised-'

'An implied promise, cut short by a phone call, which I never complained about.'

'You're such a gentleman.'

He stepped back, leaning against the railing.

'Please,' I said rolling my eyes. 'You expect me to strip in front of a patio door? What kind of woman do you take me for?'

His lips twitched in that sexy, crooked smile, gaze locking on mine. 'I dare you.'

'Bastard.'

'Keeping calling me that and I might get offended and leave.'

I mouthed the word, checked the lock on the door, then backed up and started tugging my blouse from my skirt, slow and deliberate. Then the unbuttoning. I shrugged and the blouse slid down my shoulders, but no further. Reaching behind, I unzipped the skirt. A shimmy and it went down to my waist and caught at my hips.

'See, I told you it was too tight.'

I gave a halfhearted tug. It fell a half-inch. Another shrug and my blouse slid to my breasts and stopped.

'Hmmm, seems that's a little tight too,' I murmured.

Another shimmy. Another half-inch. The lace on my panties showed over the waistline. I plucked at it with one hand and ran the fingers of the other under my bra.

'Seems I could use a hand.'

'I believe I already offered that.'

I laughed, then tugged off the shirt and let it float to the ground. The skirt followed, pooling at my feet.

'Is this okay?' I asked. 'Or do you prefer au naturel?'

'I didn't get much of a look at au naturel last night. You turned away before the dress came off, if you recall.'

'Did I? Nasty.' I stepped out of the skirt and moved closer to the door. 'I suppose you want to do a comparison.'

He nodded, but his gaze kept traveling over the sheer lace bra and matching G-string panties. I backed up, then bent, picked up my discarded clothing and headed for the bed. As I turned, he made a low noise deep in his throat.

I leaned over the bed to lay my clothing on the far side. Then, still bent over, I glanced over my shoulder at him. His expression was enough to make me lean over farther, feet spread a little wider.

'Seeing something you like?' I said. 'A position maybe? Judging by that look you're giving me, I think you're more of a wolf than you let on.'

A low chuckle. 'Normally, I wouldn't say it's a preference, but at the moment I believe I could be persuaded.'

I stretched farther, arching to enhance his view… and the invitation. My hand glided between my legs. I pushed the fabric aside, then slid a fingertip in again.

'Jaime…'

I pushed the finger the rest of the way in. Jeremy grabbed the door frame. I smiled.

'One tug, that's all it'll take. I'll be right here. Waiting and…' I slid my wet finger out for him to see. 'Ready.'

His grip tightened on the door and I braced myself. Then he stopped short, nostrils flaring as he glanced over his shoulder. I backed off the bed and hurried over.

'Is someone down-?'

He lifted his finger to his lips and stepped to the edge for a better look. He frowned, then gaze still riveted to something below, eased back to the door. His lips moved, but I caught only a murmur.

I moved to the gap and whispered, 'What's that?'

He pressed against the opening. 'I said-'

A sharp tug on my panties. I gasped and pulled back, but he had the front of them wrapped around his hand.

'You-'

A yank on the front of my bra and I smacked into the door frame, the curse cut short as his lips found mine. I gave a token struggle, but hated to ruin a very expensive lingerie set, so I gave up and kissed him back. The door frame pressed against my face and sides, cold and hard, an unwelcome contrast to the heat of his skin, and I wriggled to get away from it, to feel only him.

As his fingers crept into my panties, I tried to arch back, to give him better access, but the door was in the