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“Good,” he crooned as her hair fell around her shoulders and down her back.
His hands lifted to the silken strands, though he kept his gaze on her breasts. “Now take the bra off. ”
“Take your shirt off first,” she whispered. “If you want, Zeke, you can give. ”
And take his hands from her hair? It wasn’t going to happen. He bunched his fingers in the silken strands, lowered his head, and took her lips again. He took her with the kiss.
Claimed her. His lips slanted over hers, his tongue working in her mouth until she was moaning and straining closer, her wicked little fingers at the buttons of his shirt, struggling to release them.
She was fire in his arms and he knew it. Controlling her sexuality would never be easy.
Hell, he’d never control it; he didn’t want to control it. He wanted to harness it. He wanted it to burn out of control while he let the flames twist around him.
A second later, he felt buttons pop as the material of his shirt parted, revealing his chest.
He pulled his head back, ignored her need for more, and stared down at her.
“The bra,” he demanded.
He wanted to suck those sweet, hard little tips into his mouth again. He wanted to taste her, feel her shuddering in his arms.
Her hands were trembling, her fingers clumsy as she worked the clasp between her breasts loose and shed the bra.
Hell yeah. This was what he wanted.
“How pretty. ” One hand moved from her hair to cup a hard, swollen mound and caress it.
“Zeke?” She whispered his name, her voice nervous, uncertain.
And innocent. The innocence was like throwing gas onto a fire. Damn her. Damn his own depravity because he wanted nothing more than to turn that shade of innocence to sexual knowledge.
“Does it feel good?” He let his thumb rub over the sensitive tip. “Should I stop, sweetheart?”
She shook her head, her lashes drifting closed as his head lowered.
“You know what I’m going to do, don’t you, Rogue?”
How innocent was she? That question tormented him. Was her experience limited to the event that produced those pictures or had she had more than that couple for a lover?
Not much more, he decided as his lips brushed over the curve of her breast and she shivered beneath the caress.
“Drive me crazy?” she accused him, her voice thick.
He almost chuckled, because that was exactly what he intended to do.
Keeping his gaze locked with hers, his lips parted, his head lowered. He watched her face, insane lust rising inside him as his lips closed over a tight, hard peak.
Rogue cried out. The sound wouldn’t stay inside, the need wouldn’t abate. When his lips closed over the ultrasensitive flesh of her nipple she felt electricity sizzle from the tight tip to the swollen bud of her clit.
She stared down at him in wonder, watching the way his thick, dark lashes fell against his cheeks. The way his cheeks hollowed, his lips drew on her. The sensations were incredible. Electricity and heat sizzled through her, firing her cells and nerve endings, turning her into a shuddering mass of sensation.
“Zeke. ” She whimpered his name, she couldn’t help it. It was incredible. It was a pleasure that drove all rational thought from her mind and had her shuddering in reaction.
She was on the verge of climax. She could feel the sensations whipping around her clit, pushing her closer. He had one hand in her hair, pulling at the heavy strands. The other was wrapped around her breast, fingers stroking, caressing it, plumping it.
Shudders raced through her. She needed more. So much more. She was so close, just a little bit closer, just a little bit more. Then his teeth gripped the hard tip and exerted just enough pressure to bring her to her tiptoes and send little quakes of near- release tearing through her body.
It was fingers of lightning wrapping around her clit. It was heat. It was a shuddering, vibrating rasp beneath her flesh that had her arching, pressing her sex against his thigh, writhing and exploding in pure white-hot pleasure.
