He seduced her with his words as much as with his body. And tonight, she wouldn’t let herself think about the other women he might have said these same things to. She wouldn’t think about her real life that was waiting for her just around the corner. For a few precious moments, it was enough that he was lavishing attention on her, worshipping her body as if he couldn’t get enough. He trailed kisses down her abdomen, licking her navel. Then he bunched her dress and pushed it up until it was just a ribbon around her waist. The garage lights were bright overhead. He’d see everything. Touch everything. Taste everything. She closed her eyes and felt the rush of speed again, flying along the highway in his fast car with his fast hands on her skin. Nathalie wanted all of it—Darius' mouth, his hands, his desire, his laughter, his intensity. Everything. Nathalie was like the finest whiskey, the sweetest of late harvest wines. She reacted so beautifully to each touch, each word, as her sensuality took her over, opening her up to pleasure for pleasure’s sake. “You’re so damn sexy. Look at all that see-through lace. You make me crazy with all your naughty lingerie. I want to see you in it and nothing else. And then?” He paused, made them both wait. “And then I want to see you out of it. Just you, Nathalie. I want to see you.” She ran her hands through his hair. “Please.” The one word sounded so breathless that he was tempted just to tear everything off her. But he wanted to give Nathalie more. So much more. Enough to drive her crazy. Enough to drive them both crazy. He pulled the bunched dress down. “Lift up.” She flattened her hands on the hood and levered herself up. Darius tugged the material down, then stepped back to slide it over her legs, and tossed it on the hood of the car, next to her head. Every coherent thought fled as he took in the creamy satin bra with pink lace, her breasts wet from his tongue. And then there was the hint of flesh and other delights through the lacy panel of the endlessly sexy panties. Leaning over her, he trailed both hands from her breasts to her belly to the scrap of satin and lace at her apex. He took her lips at the same time he slid beneath the fabric and took her with his fingers. Nathalie moaned against him, then opened her mouth, her kiss wild, her nails scoring furrows through his hair. She bucked up against him, wanting more. He went slowly, stroking, teasing, loving the way her body moved beneath his. “Remember what I said?” he murmured against her mouth. She shook her head. “No. I can’t even think right now.” Neither could he, but Lord, he was trying the best he could. “I told you I’d make you scream with pleasure.” “Oh God.” It was almost as if the memory of his saying that was too much for her right now. “Do it, Will. Do it now.” The desperation in her voice made him nuts, too. It wasn’t for his money or his power or his position or the things he could give her. It was for his hands and his mouth, his touch. It was for him. And he craved that. Just as much as he craved her. Darius had developed incredible self-control as an adult. But now, with Harper, he couldn’t hold back one more second from giving her what she wanted. What they both wanted, as he kissed his way down her body. Her limbs quaked, and her hot, sexy sounds filled the garage like music. Hooking his thumbs in the elastic, he tugged her panties down, needing all of her. Needing everything. “Mine,” he said softly, tossing the lacy confection onto the dress beside her. Then he cupped her hips, shoved her higher up on the hood, and put his mouth to her. He relished her, loving her taste on his tongue, loving the way she gasped and moaned and cried out his name, writhing beneath him. “Oh God, oh God,” she chanted, a quivering mass of sensation. But he wanted to push her higher. Higher than she’d ever thought she could go. He repeated the wicked pattern of his tongue sliding over her and his fingers sliding into her. Again and again and again until he felt the orgasm begin in her contracting muscles. She rocked, rolled, shuddered, and finally screamed out his name. It was long—it was loud. And it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. * * * Nothing had ever felt like that. She’d been a mass of vibrating nerve endings, her skin fiery to the touch, explosions of color before her eyes, his mouth magic on her. “I want you. I need you. Now. Right now, damn it. But protection is in the bedroom.” Darius leaned over her, murmuring words it took her a moment to understand. “I hadn’t planned on seducing you out here.” “I seduced you.” Maybe she should have been shocked that she’d told him to drive her fast, fast, faster. Begged him to touch her right here in the garage. But there wasn’t any room for shock amid all the glorious pleasure. He touched his lips to the pulse beating at her throat, as if he needed to feel the racing of her heart. “You had me seduced at day one.” Before she could react to his surprisingly beautiful words, he took her with a mind-blowing kiss. It was sexy, decadent, exceptionally naughty, and she closed her eyes and arched up into his body, loving the hard press of him along her entire length. “I have protection.” She wouldn’t let herself feel shy again. Not yet. Not when she had intentions. Just as he had. “In my bag. In the car.” He moved so quickly to get her bag, she almost laughed out loud. When he handed it to her, she snapped open the clutch and produced a small box of condoms. “I love a woman who plans ahead.” He gave her a swoon-worthy smile. But she was too focused on having him—all of him—to notice anything now but the fact that he still had all his clothes on. And she wanted them off. “I want to touch you.” A wild thrill coursed through her as she gave in to the urge to grab the open neck of his shirt and give it a hard yank with both hands. The buttons popped free, scattering across the concrete. “Oh my God.” Her hands stilled, holding the edges of his shirt. “You’re so beautiful.” His chest had a dusting of dark hair across his pectorals and around his nipples, arrowing down to his jeans. Her skin was pale against the darker tones of his rippling muscles. But even this wasn’t enough. She wanted to hold onto his bare shoulders, wanted to strip him the way he’d stripped her. She started to drag the shirt off his shoulders, but before she could, he leaned over to trap her wrists against the hood. “Not as pretty as you are.” Holding her down with one hand, he ran his fingers between her breasts at the same time that he shifted his hips between hers. He was all sexy male and hard flesh, and she needed him to finish what he’d started. What she’d started. Pulling her hands free of his hold, she pushed herself to a sitting position between his legs and tugged on his belt. She wanted to play, tease, see if she could make him as crazy as she felt. After unzipping him, she shoved her thumbs into the waistband at the sides and slowly slid the denim and cotton down until all that hot, hard, gorgeous flesh was in her hands. She felt him throb against her palm, and her breath hitched with the thought of how he’d feel inside her. “Don’t tease.” His eyes were dark and fathomless. A shiver of need ran through her as she whispered, “I thought you liked to tease?” “I do,” he said with a wolfish smile that made her core clench tight and hot. “But I need to be inside you. Right. This. Minute.” There was something in his hoarse words that made her tremble. She had never felt so desired in her life. No one had needed her in quite this way. “Yes,” she answered softly as they sheathed him together. “Right this minute.”