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Oh Lord.

He sank onto the bed, naked and beautiful, and flipped her so that they were facing one another. The shutters had been closed with the flick of a switch and the haughty, aristocratic lines of his face were softened in the dim light.

She stroked his face. He caught her hand and kissed her palm.

‘I’m going to take you to paradise and back,’ he drawled.

‘Said the very, very modest man. That’s quite some promise.’ But his corny remark, made with an amused, ironic glint in his dark eyes, had the desirable effect of putting her at ease.

She relaxed, half closed her eyes and enjoyed…dear God…touches that made every corner of her body ignite in flames of passion.

She shifted and wriggled so that he could unfasten and remove her bra. Then his mouth was on her small breasts, sucking on them and taking his time.

She clasped the back of his head, moaning and moving restlessly as he licked her sensitive nipples. He moved between them, keeping every nerve ending in her body in a state of frenzied excitement. As he licked one nipple, he played with the other, teasing both buds with his tongue and his fingers at the same time.

He’d somehow managed to manoeuvre her into a position where she was on her back. When she half opened her eyes, the sight of his dark head attending to her breasts was so erotic it almost made her come.

She was frantic with need. She could feel the fabric of her panties becoming wet with desire.

She reached down to yank her panties off but he stilled her without moving his mouth from her nipple.

It was sweet agony.

He trailed his tongue from her breasts, along her stomach, down to her belly button. He cupped her between her legs and gently massaged her, pushing down so he was rubbing her clitoris through the flimsy, damp cotton.

Hope was going insane wanting more and more and more.

Finally, he eased her underwear off. She instinctively parted her legs and sucked in a deep, shaky breath as his mouth edged down, nuzzling her thighs. And then…

She whimpered and balled her hands into fists as he explored between her legs with his mouth, sliding his tongue along the slippery groove that shielded her clitoris.

The burst of intense pleasure took her breath away. She moved sinuously against his questing mouth as pleasure mounted. Desire turned into a desperate craving to be satisfied. To have him lick her stiffened nub until she orgasmed.

She barely recognised the low, guttural sound that escaped her mouth as belonging to her when she could no longer hold back an unstoppable, shattering orgasm.

She arched up and felt his big hands on her thighs, steadying her.

Her mind went completely blank as she crested a wave that seemed to last forever, yet be over in no time at all and far too soon.

She collapsed back on the bed, utterly spent, and opened her eyes to look at him drowsily.

He moved up and kissed her. She smiled.

‘Sorry.’

‘Why are you apologising?’ he said smiling back at her.

‘That wasn’t much fun for you, was it?’

‘Are you crazy?’

‘I just couldn’t stop myself.’

‘There’s nothing I love more than a woman who loses control when I’m making love to her.’

‘Your turn now…’

Hope linked her hands behind his neck, drawing him down to her. Just as he had earlier manoeuvred her to where he’d wanted her, she manoeuvred him where she wanted him.