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behind her ear, something flipped inside of her and she just about moaned. Actually, she probably did moan but the worst part was, she ripped his shirt open. Buttons went everywhere, pinging against the hardwood floor of the elegant suite. When she realized what she’d done, Kate froze, staring at the threads hanging from his probably expensive shirt in horror.

Davis stopped as well, staring down at her and trying to get his body under control so he didn’t just lift her up and make love to her on the dining room table behind them. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his hands moving along her back, feeling her soft skin underneath her unflattering black suit. He’d discarded her jacket and all that remained between him and her lovely breasts was a surprisingly sexy and soft white cotton shirt.

Kate opened her mouth to explain but the words wouldn’t come out. She’d torn his shirt! She’d ripped something in a desperate need to feel his heated skin and she’d ripped his shirt!

Stepping back, she clasped her hands together tightly. “I’m so sorry,” she gasped, looking up into his dark eyes, then back down at the damage her hands had wrought. “I’ve never done something like that before.”

He chuckled and started to move closer but she stepped back, shaking her head violently as her eyes once again moved to the torn material. “Kate, I know you’ve never done that. You haven’t done a lot of things. At least not until the last time you let yourself go in my arms.” He was trying to be coaxing and gentle, but he was still too turned on by her desire. Never had he met a woman who matched him so perfectly and he was determined to show her what they could be like together.

She shook her head again, still staring. It was like some horrible scene from a low budget movie where the woman was ravishing the man. Of course, she wanted to do that, but she wasn’t that woman. She couldn’t be!

“I’ll fix it,” she said, clutching her hands in fists in front of her. “Just give me the shirt later and I’ll fix it for you.” She actually had no idea how to sew but she’d figure it out. She’d torn it, she would fix it. That’s what a professional person would do when they made a mistake, right?

Davis looked down at her and realized she was truly upset by what she’d done. He almost laughed, but thought that might just push her horror over to anger and that was the last emotion he wanted from her.

So instead, he provoked her in a different way. There were a couple more buttons that hadn’t pulled apart and he slowly undid them, his fingers moving carefully while she watched his movements. He saw the way her breath hitched. In fact, she stopped breathing completely as he pulled the shirt off of his shoulders.

Kate was no longer watching his fingers – no longer fascinated by their movement. Her eyes were transfixed by his naked chest. She couldn’t look away and had to restrain herself from reaching out and touching that magnificent chest. All those muscles! And the heat was radiating off of him in waves. Not to mention, the man smelled incredibly delicious!

“Feel free to touch anything you like,” he commented, moving closer as he held the shirt in his hand.

Kate licked her lips and finally filled her lungs with air. “Touch?” she whispered, desperate to touch and just as desperate to avoid touching him. Her father’s angry visage kept popping into her mind, telling her that this was wrong. That she should avoid any sort of personal relationship with Davis. Keep it professional, she told herself.

Clutching his shirt close to her chest, she licked her lips once more, then dragged her eyes away from that chest. Oh goodness, she thought as she forced her feet to carry her away from Davis and into the relative safety of her bedroom.

Sitting on her bed, she closed her eyes and went through the scene one more time, trying to find a point when she could have pulled away, a moment when she could have said no. But until she’d heard that material tear, she couldn’t think of any point when she would have been able to stop. Which was the big problem with this situation. Davis was her kryptonite. She wanted him so desperately. As soon as that thought occurred to her, her father’s face popped into her mind, his