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She lifts my shirt.

I raise my arms.

The fabric disappears.

And suddenly, her hands are resting against my bare chest.

She looks up at me.

“Still okay?”

I laugh softly.

“Darling, I’ve survived centuries of divine warfare. I believe I can endure a woman removing my clothing.”

She raises an eyebrow.

“Really?”

Then she drags her fingertips slowly across my chest.

My knees nearly buckle.

She grins.

“That’s what I thought.”

I catch her around the waist.

“You’re enjoying this far too much.”

“Immensely.”

“An unkind woman.”

“Terribly.”

“A merciless seductress.”

“Absolutely.”

I lower my mouth toward hers.

She stops me with one finger against my lips.

“Wait.”

I freeze.

She smiles.

“See? You can follow instructions.”

I growl.

She laughs.

Then kisses me.