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Whoa, he needed to slow the fuck down.

But then Colette turned to him, one hand reaching up to stroke through his hair, the gold bangle she was wearing tapping against his cheek.

Landon gripped her hips and pulled her body flush against his. That electric thrill rushed through him.

“We have serious fucking chemistry,” he said.

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels it.” Colette’s fingers tangled in his hair, but she didn’t pull his head down to hers for a kiss.

Landon wanted, nearly desperately, to take control of this moment and ravish her mouth, but he was afraid of overwhelming her. The tentative woman she’d been in back the museum…wasn’t the same woman he’d just had dinner with.

“Tell me if I’m too much. If you need me to slow down, or stop.”

“What I need is for you to kiss me.”

Landon did just that.

Bending, he captured Colette’s mouth with his. If this moment were a movie, fireworks would be going off in the background, and the music would swell in some sweeping orchestral moment. The electric impact of her touch was magnified a thousandfold with the meeting of lips.

And when her mouth opened under his, a silent invitation, he accepted eagerly. He licked the inside of her lower lip and tasted her tongue with his. She made a happy little noise and pressed closer, one hand still tangled in his hair, the other flat against his back.

They had to pause to breathe, and when Landon ran his hand up her back, Colette tipped her head back, offering him her neck. The diamond choker—which wasn’t actual diamonds of course, because if it was it would be worth a mint—looked like a collar.

She had a neck made for a collar.

Okay, now he really did need to slow the fuck down.

Landon skimmed his lips along her jaw to lick the soft skin under her ear. Colette gasped and wavered, gripping him to keep her balance. He straightened, looking down at her.

“Sensitive,” she said in explanation.

“I figured. But those shoes…”

She started to step out of them.

“Let me.”

Landon tugged her over to the bed. She sat on the edge, gaze tracking him as he took a knee.

Landon cupped her calf, lifting her foot off the floor. Slowly he eased the shoe from her foot.

Go slow, go slow.

But he didn’t want to go slow.

Landon pressed his thumbs to the arch of her foot. Her head fell back on a long moan. He slowly lowered her leg, but rather than placing it down on floor, he guided the ball of her foot to the edge of the wood platform, so her knee was bent at an acute angle, causing her skirt to ride up her thighs.

Then he repeated the action with her other foot—removing her shoe, massaging her foot.

But when he guided this foot into place, he spread her legs. Colette gasped, looking at him with wide eyes. Her skirt rode up almost to the top of her thighs and he could see the shiny black fabric of the satin panties that covered her sex.

He ran his thumbs up the inside of her calves to her knees. Holding her gaze, he gently pressed her knees further apart. Colette’s breath caught, and her lashes lowered.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

“I will.”

Rising to his feet, Landon looked down at her. Colette’s eyes were luminous as she looked up at him.