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Everywhere he touched, her skin tightened and her nerve endings burned. She had to cling to him to keep from writhing under the exquisite perfection of what he was doing. When he moved into the sensitive folds of skin, her legs opened and she raised her hips.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured against her mouth. “I want that. I want you to have trouble breathing or thinking.”

He was getting his wish, but it would require air to tell him that so she could only strain and twist as he explored her.

He moved to her opening and gently pushed one finger inside. She was so tight. He groaned against her mouth, then tried two fingers. They both gasped. Heather felt her body slowly stretching back to life. She was too hot, too aroused, too everything, and she never wanted this moment to end.

He continued to pleasure her. At the same time, he kissed her cheek, then her nose, then her jaw. In and out, slowly, deliberately, driving her crazy.

“That’s where I want to be,” he murmured. “Inside you, filling you. I’m going to make you scream.”

She opened her eyes and looked at him. “I believe you.”

“Good.”

He moved his hand higher, searching for, then finding, that tiny spot of pleasure. She jumped.

“So it’s there,” he said, stroking it gently. “How do you like it?” His fingers continued their intimate dance. “Like this?” He rubbed over it. “Or like this?” He licked the inside of her ear. “Show me. Take my hand and show me.”

Heather hesitated. No one had ever asked her to do that before.

He read her confusion and embarrassment. “So we can be naked together, we can kiss each other, taste each other and perform the most intimate act possible, but you won’t put your hand on top of mine to show me what you like?”

Heat flared on her cheeks. “If you insist on being logical, I refuse to do this with you.”

“Really?” His voice teased her.

She knew he had a point. It was just so personal.

“I’m waiting.”

It was then she realized he’d stopped moving his hand. It was still pressing against her but not doing those delicious things. Jim kissed the side of her neck, then moved down to her breasts.

“I want to please you in every possible way,” he breathed against her skin. “I want you to lose yourself in the moment. I want to feel you reaching that moment of perfect pleasure against my fingers and I want my tongue in your mouth while it’s happening. Let me please you. Show me what you want.”

The ache inside her doubled as he spoke. She trembled with frantic need. It would take so very little to bring her to release, so she shifted her hand until it was on top of his and led him back to her center. There she moved him in a tight circle that teased at her most sensitive spot but didn’t brush across it.

“Like that,” she said.

“Thank you.”

Then he was kissing her deeply, and his fingers were performing magic. Her hand fell away only to, a minute or so later, clutch at his shoulder as her body tightened in anticipation. Her hips rose and fell and she had trouble breathing, but none of that mattered.

Closer and closer he drew her until she was shaking and unbearably tense. He broke the kiss to look at her. Their eyes met and she knew he could see everything she was feeling. Her soul was exposed and she didn’t care.

At that moment, he gently stroked the place she most desired. Everything froze as if time had stopped. It was the last whisper of silence before the crash of the storm.

Jim continued to stare at her, then he bent down and plunged inside her mouth as he rapidly and lightly continued to caress her until she exploded in his arms.

The pleasure overwhelmed her. She clung to him to keep from being swept away. She vaguely recalled pulling him closer and gasping, maybe even screaming. She wasn’t sure. The intense release drained the tension from her body. She went limp.

Jim stroked her face and kissed her forehead. “How would you describe it?”

“Extraordinary. Incredible. Wonderful?”

He looked very pleased with himself, but then he had every right to be. She’d experienced that ultimate feeling of ecstasy before, but nothing close to being in the same league as this. It was as if he’d discovered a whole new set of nerve endings in her body and made them all sing hallelujah.

“Did I scream?” she asked.