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Emily closed her eyes and clung helplessly to him. One of his arms snaked like an iron band around her lower back to keep her hips in place against him as he boldly stroked his fingers into her cleft, seeking out the softness and heat he had almost denied himself, although with her arms now locked around his neck, nothing could have torn her away.

“Is this what you want?” he murmured against her temple.

She nodded her forehead against his chest and panted hard, unable to recapture the breath he’d stolen. His fingers relentlessly teased at her, stroking back and forth against her folds and making her wet beneath his touch. The depth and pressure of each shivering caress increased until he slipped two fingers into her warmth.

She gasped at the sensation of having him inside her like this, at the deep slide of his fingers and the teasing curl of his fingertips for just a beat before retreating slowly, as if he couldn’t bear to release her. Her heart raced, her blood began to boil. And when he twirled his fingers wickedly with each deep plunge—a moan tore from her.

“Is this the way you like it, brat?”

Is this the way…She nodded wordlessly as her throat tightened with emotion. He thought she’d been touched like this before, that she was experienced enough to know what pleasures to ask for, what touches to demand. But she’d never done this, not even with Andrew. Grey was the first to share this wonderful new intimacy with her, making this night even more special.

“Or this?”

As his fingers continued their slow rhythm of plunge and retreat, his thumb delved into the top of her cleft and flicked against the sensitive bead buried there.

Her hips bucked against his hand. “Yes—oh yes!”

“Jesus,” he murmured at her violent reaction to so small a touch. “You’re so responsive…”

“Grey,” she whimpered pleadingly, although she wasn’t certain what she was begging him to do, except that her body craved more…more wanton caresses, more deep plunges, more of him.

He pressed his thumb against the pulsing nub again, but this time he didn’t relent, not when her hips jerked nor when she shuddered against him. Not even when her knees buckled beneath her and the only thing keeping her from slipping back into the bath was his strong, unyielding arm around her waist. He rolled the sensitive point beneath his thumb until her entire body shook uncontrollably, until her sex tightened around his fingers—

The cry tore loose from deep inside her as she collapsed beneath the waves of delicious pleasure spreading out to envelop all of her. The exquisite clench and release inside her was more than she could bear, and she sank limply down his chest.

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Catching her as she sank away, Grey lifted her into his arms. He carried her across the room and placed her gently onto the bed.

He stared down at her, and his breath caught at the glorious sight of her, lying naked and trembling with nervous anticipation for him to make love to her. Her red lips were swollen from his, and her breasts rose and fell tantalizingly with each panting breath. Emily, sweet Emily—she was beautiful, brilliant, strong…and tonight, she belonged to him.

He kissed her one more time, then moved away to stand at the edge of the bed and unfasten his trousers. Her gaze drifted down his body to linger beneath his waist, and she swallowed nervously. Evidence of his need for her already bulged against the fabric, only to stiffen more beneath the heat of her curious eyes. He knew she’d seen at least one naked man before, but she’d never seen him. Watching her face to witness her reaction to her first glimpse of him, he unfastened his trousers and pushed them down his legs to kick them off—

Her eyes darted up to his and stayed there, glued to his face.

Unmoving, he grinned with unabashed amusement at her sudden shyness. “Look at me, brat,” he ordered quietly.

“I am looking at you,” she returned, her eyes never leaving his.

Stubborn chit. He almost laughed that his little seductress should suddenly turn so timid.

But when he saw how fiercely her body trembled, his amusement fled. “Emily,” he said gently, “please look at me. I want you to.”

Taking a deep breath, she tore her gaze away from his and down his body. Across his chest, along his front to his hips, then lower still…Her big blue eyes widened as her lips formed a silent oh of surprise. The honesty of the small reaction pleased him immeasurably. So did the way she shifted to lean toward him to get a better view and how the tip of her tongue darted out unconsciously to lick her lips.

Slowly, he stalked forward and crawled up the length of her. Possessive and predatory, he knelt over her on all fours, trapping her between his hands and knees and preparing to take the pleasures she offered. He’d warned her. He’d told her what kind of man he was and how he didn’t plan on stopping with only a taste.

And now he planned on devouring her.

He dipped his head to sweep his tongue across her lips, to part them and plunge deeply inside, to taste the moist sweetness within and touch his tongue seductively to hers. She gasped at his bold plunder of her mouth and the rough domination of his lips and tongue. His mouth molded hotly against hers as his hands found her breasts to cup and squeeze her fullness, to roll her taut nipples between his fingers and thumb.

A soft whimper fell from her lips. It coursed hotly through him, straight down to the tip of his hard cock as it flexed between his thighs.

Leaving her gasping for breath, he tore his mouth away to nip and lick his way down her elegant throat to her collarbone, reveling in the sweetness of her skin and the heat of her flesh against his lips. Even now, he thought he smelled the sweet scent of cinnamon clinging to her, mixing with the musky scent of her arousal. A delectable perfume that only made him crave her more.

“You taste good,” he murmured as his mouth moved lower to take her nipple between his lips and suck. “Spicy and sweet…,” he whispered against her flesh. “Cinnamon and sugar.”

Then he laved her berry-ripe nipple like a boy licking sugar from a strawberry. With a moan, she breathed a wordless plea for him to bring his mouth harder against her. He gladly obliged, suckling at her as he fluttered his hand lightly across her other breast, tickling her nipple seductively with his palm.