He pulled at her scrub pants, dragging them down her body and tossing them away. She was left in nothing but a pair of white cotton underwear that was already damp from the orgasm he’d given her. They could go, too. He pulled the underwear from her and she was naked and laid out for his delectation.

The sweet scent of her arousal filled the air. He breathed her in, dropping to his knees in front of her. He took her ankles in his hands and rubbed upward, easing the tension from her calves. He let his hands and his mouth work her flesh, strong caresses and gentle kisses. He took his time, moving slowly and making certain he didn’t miss an inch of her sweet skin. He was an explorer and he would map her, noting every curve and freckle, memorizing how she shuddered when he licked the backs of her knees, how she squirmed and sighed when he gave her a nip. She was incredibly responsive, and she was true to what she’d promised him. Her hands had fisted in the comforter as though she needed to hold on to something, but she hadn’t moved, hadn’t tried to take control.

The trust she was placing in him made him determined to pay her back.

He dragged her down the bed, putting her in the perfect position for what he’d wanted to do all night. All night? Damn, he’d wanted to get his mouth on this woman from the second he’d seen her. Even as she’d been running away from him, he’d thought about how much he wanted to get to know the woman with big intelligent eyes.

“Ne t’éloigne pas de notre amour.” He knew she didn’t want to hear that in English. He would simply tell her how he felt in French. No more running. He had her in his world now and he would make it so nice she wouldn’t ever want to leave. Of course, that would take some work, but he was willing to do all the heavy lifting.

And this . . . oh, this was no work at all. He stared at her gorgeously splayed out for him. She was a buttoned-up, somewhat tense professional, but right now she was a sultry, wanton woman waiting for her man to give her what she needed.

Luckily for him, what she needed was exactly what he’d been dreaming of for months.

“Armie, please.” The words were breathless.

He lowered his mouth down, kissing his way up her thigh to the juncture of her legs. He put his mouth on her, unable to hold back a single second more. It was everything he’d dreamed of, the connection flowing between them, and it didn’t take long before her whole body went taut and she called out his name. She went still beneath him and his heart pounded in his chest.