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She ran a hand up his shirt to the open area at the top. She caressed his chest before undoing the buttons one by one. When she finished, Tiffany slid the shirt off of him. It landed in a heap behind him.
“My turn.”
She allowed her hands to roam over the broad expanse of his chest. She was as thorough as he was in his study. Ivan remained completely still while she explored him.
Tiffany noticed several scars that ran along his ribs, stomach and left pectoral. Tiffany solemnly traced them with her fingers, and then bent down to kiss each one.
Ivan released a harsh breath. “God, Tiff.”
“You like that?” she asked, tickling him with her tongue.
There was a clap of thunder that sounded outside his bedroom window.
She moved her lips lower, teasing his stomach, and then the skin below his navel as she went. She unzipped his pants and then licked a path downward, blowing warm trails of air as she went. With steady hands, Tiffany eased his pants down his large, muscled legs. When they hit the floor, he stepped out of them.
She touched him through the cotton boxer briefs he was wearing, reveling in the feel of his warm, firm flesh. When she stroked him, a low moan escaped his lips.
“What do you want me to do next?” she whispered.
A boom broke through the silence and shook the windows.
“Looks like a storm’s coming,” she breathed against his stomach.
“It won’t come close to matching the one in here,” he replied in a firm voice.
Now it was Ivan’s turn to explore. He knelt down and grasped the hem of her dress. As he raised it higher, his fingers grazed her skin along the way. He caressed Tiffany’s ankles, knees, thighs, waist and then her upper torso.
“As delectable as this looks, I’d prefer to see what’s underneath it.”
He eased the dress up over her head and then moved to put it on a chair. Tiffany shook her head and took it from him. She dropped it on the floor next to his shirt.
“I don’t want you going anywhere,” she said boldly.
Ivan stepped back to take in the entire picture of her wearing black thong panties and nothing else.
“Do you know how sexy you are?”
She took a good look at him. It was there in his eyes. In the controlled strength he held at bay like a panther waiting to strike. Finally, Tiffany could see how much he desired her. He held nothing back. It was as potent a feeling as if she had been injected with an aphrodisiac.
Tiffany gazed into his eyes. “You just told me.”
Suddenly, he gripped her shoulders and pulled her in to kiss him in one motion.
“I’m trying to remain a gentleman, but it’s getting harder by the minute. All I want to do is ravage you.”
She bit his lower lip before slipping her hand inside the waistband of his briefs. “I think I’d prefer your not-so-gentlemanly side right about now.”
*
Ivan was having a hell of a time concentrating on anything except how good Tiffany’s lips felt on his body, and the havoc her fingers worked on his manhood. It had been his intention to hold off until he returned from Italy before making Tiffany his. That had been the goal, but even with rigorous discipline, military background and good intentions, Ivan was not strong enough to stop now. He heard rain pelting the windows and another loud clap of thunder, but unless a tornado was imminent, he wasn’t going to worry about it. Right now his little vixen was driving him crazy, and he was going to make the most of it.
With a Herculean effort, he stayed her hand.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, sweetheart. I couldn’t be happier, believe me, but there are other things I’ve been aching to do.”
Ivan picked her up and placed her in the center of his king-size bed. There was no greater picture than Tiffany splayed across his bed, almost naked, and waiting for him with a look of complete trust and desire.
