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Needing more, he turned to rest her back against the cupboards on the wall. That gave him more leverage. The science term made him grin into the kiss.

The new angle allowed his hands more freedom. He squeezed her glorious ass, and she gasped into the kiss and rocked her core more firmly against his.

He pressed his feet into the floor to stop himself from losing his shit right there.

Burke moved one hand to her breast, and she purred like Mara’s cat. He could get addicted to those soft sounds.

He reached under Rissa’s sweater, grazed her fingers over her soft skin, felt her stomach muscles contract, and shivers exploded over her skin. He broke the kiss to rest his forehead against hers. They were panting as if they’d run a marathon wearing full military gear.

Burke lifted the sweater until he saw her soft blue bra. The lucky cotton got to embrace her perfect breasts all day long.

His turn.

When his hands reached behind her, Rissa arched forward to help him release the catch. He shoved the bra up with the sweater, and her gorgeous breasts spilled out. His for the taking.

He ran his tongue over the swells and then across her nipples. Rissa’s body writhed under his touch, and her hands gripped his hair as she panted his name.

It might not be Christmas yet, but he had the best present in the world he was about to unwrap.

Rissa thought her body was going to explode from Burke kissing her breasts. His tongue licked lightly over her skin and then swirled around her nipples. If he hadn’t been holding her up, she’d have melted onto the floor.

No one had ever touched her like this, as if he couldn’t do anything else. As if she were a treasure he’d found and wanted to keep forever.

She squirmed at the sensations, grinding into his erection.

Burke cursed softly, laughter clear in his voice. “I’m holding on by the thinnest of threads here, Rissa. You’re going to make me embarrass myself.”

She laughed, the sound soft and shaky. “Not a chance. I feel like I’m floating on the softest of clouds. You make me feel so good, Burke.”

His lips returned to hers. The kiss was wild, feral, untamed.

She was panting hard when he set her on her feet and eased her sweater and bra over her head. His gaze moved from her eyes to her breasts. His lips tilted, and he growled.

Burke cupped her breasts with both hands, tweaking her nipples in a slow, soft, circular pattern that had her whimpering and her body trembling.

He kissed her, keeping up the pressure with his hands. When the pressure disappeared, she whimpered again, bereft.

Burke chuckled, the sound as shaky as her gasps. “Hang on, Rissa, I’ve got plans.”

He dropped to his knees and unzipped her jeans, shoving them down her hips, while he pressed his mouth to her underwear, tracing his tongue along the edges of her plain cotton panties. She didn’t own fancy lingerie, but he didn’t seem to mind.

Her hands dropped to his shoulders when he had her lift one foot, then the next, removing her jeans and her socks.

His hands moved to her panties, and he eased them down her legs, his tongue following along, caressing her skin and making her knees tremble.

When he helped her step out of the panties, she was completely bare in front of him. His gaze roved over each inch, his smile growing more predatory with every moment.

“Burke.” She wasn’t sure what she wanted to say, but he grinned up at her, desire evident in his eyes.

“Gorgeous, Rissa. You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

She reached for him, planning to bring him back to his feet.

Instead, he took her hands in his and remained on his knees. Eyes locked with hers, he kissed one palm and then guided her hand to his shoulder. He repeated the process with the other one. “Steady yourself, Rissa, I’ve got some exploring to do.”

Her body shuddered at his words, at the look in his eyes. A grin flared at her response, and then he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh.

Slowly, his lips trailed kisses along one thigh and then the other.