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fire now crackled in the fireplace; warm lights danced across the rippling

water.

His voice penetrated her hazy state, a low, mellow tone which was somehow both

soothing and stimulating.

"I've been thinking about you…."

The soft words echoed the gentle play of his fingers threading through her hair.

She warily opened her eyes. She had never thought of herself as particularly

thinkable.

"What's to think about?"

He tenderly smoothed the hair off her face, seemingly fascinated when the curls

bounced right back.

"I can't seem to anticipate you."

She furrowed her brows. "What do you mean?"

"I can't quite figure out how your mind works. You're unpredictable." He flashed

her an engaging look. "Not unlike Chaos."

She surprised him?

So, the great Tyberius Augustus Evans was stumped, was he? Would wonders never

cease. Good for me?

She grinned impishly up at him. "You never will, you know."

It seemed she had confused him yet again. Better and better. By his expression,

he hadn't a clue as to what she meant. "You'll never classify me," she

clarified.

Smiling cryptically, he leaned forward, placing his hands on the flat surface of

the chair on either side on her head. "I'm counting on it."

Before she could guess his intentions, his sexy mouth had already brushed across

her own, taking a light skipping path across her face to nuzzle warmly at her

neck.

The sudden, unexpected touch of his firm lips on the tender skin of her throat

sent a frisson right down to her toes and back up again. The man was nibbling at

her! Who ever thought Tyber would—

His teeth scraped a pulse point. A soft moan echoed in the night.

Was that me making that sound?

Her eyes opened wide in shock. She stared mutely up at him. Tyber's silvery blue

eyes were glittering with… amusement? Interest? Passion.

He continued to gaze at her as he reached over to release the bunched-up blanket

from her nerveless fingers. Taking her small hands in his, he skillfully brought

them around his neck to engineer her embrace of him.

Their eyes met. Her breathing stopped.

He's going to kiss me.

The silky strands of his hair slid through her fingers as they glided forward

with the slow descent of his head. Taking his time, he lowered himself to her,

bringing his mouth over hers in a seamless move.

His lips were velvety slick and heated. So sensuous was the touch of his

skillful mouth that this time she wasn't even aware of the little moans that

escaped her throat.

Tyber was.

He kept his hands resting flat on the lounge chair beside her head as he

deepened the kiss. He skimmed the tip of his tongue lightly along her slightly

parted lips before gently suckling her bottom lip.

"Oh! That—"

"Do you like that?" he drawled, repeating the action.

An understatement. Her mouth opened for him.

Tyber had a sudden revelation; he wanted much more from her. Again he ran the

tip of his tongue along her parted lips, inserting it just slightly into her

mouth. Then he kissed her slowly, sweetly, as if he was content to go on whiling

away his life forever kissing her.

Zanita had never been kissed like this; Tyber was… like a little taste of

heaven. Enticing. Luscious. Damp.

A languid warmth spread through her.

He kept repeating his torturous routine—a touch of the tongue, the press of his

lips, each repetition slightly more intense than the last.

Every time his dewy tongue touched her, she shivered and he entered her waiting

mouth a little more.

Every time he kissed her, she moaned and he pressed a little harder.

The tempo of her breathing increased, but he did not increase his tempo.

He was deliberate and pulsating and utterly intoxicating.

Zanita quivered in his embrace. The obvious response Tyber was producing in her

was making him tremble. Without warning, he felt raw and dangerous. He was more

than just physically moved.

He wanted inside.

In every way.

But only his mouth touched her. Only his mouth captured her.

The next time he dipped into her, Zanita wasn't even aware of her fingers

splaying through his long hair, pressing the back of his head closer, closer,

hungry for the sensual pleasure of his creative lips and tongue.

At the feel of the insistent pressure to the back of his head, Tyber paused. His

thick lashes flicked up as he examined her face. Her eyes were closed, her

breathing ragged, her mouth still slightly parted for him. The gentle lips were

moist and swollen from his kisses.

Something leaped in him and through him. A flash arcing through every pulse

point. Searing. Pounding.

Suddenly he could not bear to be separated from the haven of those luscious

lips. He had never experienced anything so… intense. At that moment he wanted

her more than he had ever wanted anything in his life.

This woman did something to him he could not explain.

For a man who was dedicated to explaining anything and everything in his

universe, this was a disconcerting experience.

He pressed his thumb purposefully along her moist lower lip, completely opening

her for him.

No sense overanalyzing. Some things were better to accept in life, he briefly

thought before he seized her mouth in a piercingly sweet invasion. His tongue

swirled fully inside, gliding back and forth in a devastatingly thorough foray.

In ardent ownership.

Zanita clung to him, overwhelmed by his sense of purpose. His taste was pure and

sweet and as rich as cream. Unconsciously, Zanita's fingers clenched in his hair

as he managed the firm, seductive onslaught of her senses. She felt dazed. And

crazy for the feel of him.

He might not know how to classify her, but he certainly knew what to do with

her.

Zanita was barely aware of him lifting the blanket that still covered her to get

underneath it himself. Powerful arms surrounded her, drawing her close. She

could feel him now all around her, enveloping her, his taut skin as smooth as

velvet over rock-hard muscles. And hot. Very hot.

His fierce heat brought her temporarily to her senses.

She needed to slow down here. She needed to understand what was happening. Her

palms brushed against his sleek chest hair; she placed them flat against his

bare skin in an effort to stem the sensual onslaught. She looked up at him in

confusion, meeting his scalding gaze.

"Wh-what are you doing, Tyber?" she barely managed to stutter as his arms locked

her to him.

His eyes were definitely not clear ice now. They were smoky with desire.

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