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Going down on Amber was pure pleasure. Though he loved pleasing a woman, Harper had never enjoyed this part of sex more than he did at this moment. She tasted of citrus and honey and warm musky woman. Her beautiful pink flesh tantalized him. He couldn’t get enough of her. His dick pulsed inside his jeans.
He aimed to keep it there. She didn’t want to rush into anything, and truthfully, neither did he. This was for her. Just about her.
It might kill him, but so be it.
He brought her to a second orgasm, and then to a third. He started going for a fourth, but she begged him to stop.
“Please, Harper. You’re going to kill me.”
He grinned at her. “But what a way to go.”
She fisted her hands in his hair and pulled him toward her. Their mouths mashed together, and he let her taste herself on his tongue. Mmm, did she enjoy that flavor as much as he did? From the moans and sighs coming from her, she did.
They kissed with passion, with fire, with unbridled lust. He ground his erection against her firm supple thigh. God, those legs. Wrapped around and over his shoulders they’d been heaven.
A vision popped into his head, of Amber’s amazing legs wrapped around a silver pole at a strip club. At Rachel’s.
He broke the kiss.
Why’d he have to think of that? Yes, he’d once thought she had the body of a stripper…
She looked up at him, her golden eyes wide. “Is something wrong?”
He shook his head. Nothing was wrong. He just didn’t like thinking of her that way. He didn’t judge her. At least he didn’t think he did. She hadn’t had much choice after her mother kicked her out. At least she’d finished school first.
“No. I’m fine.”
She smiled. Oh, she could kill a man with that knockout smile.
“Good. Now I think it’s your turn.”
He shook his head. “Nuh-uh. That was for you, baby. Only for you.”
“Surely you don’t expect me to be so selfish.”
“I certainly do.” He cracked his wiseass grin. “And don’t call me Shirley.”
She burst into laughter. “The same movie! I love those corny lines.”
“Me too,” he said, laughing.
He got up. Still hard as a rock.
Oh well. It was Sunday. Ranches didn’t stop on Sunday. “I have to get going. A million things to do at home.”
“Are you sure you don’t want—”
He shushed her with two fingers on her beautiful swollen lips. “I wanted to please you. And I want you to know I’m not just in this for sex. I like you.”
“Wow.”
“And just so you don’t think my actions were completely altruistic”—he kissed the top of her forehead—“I enjoyed the hell out of that.”
“That makes two of us.” She stood. “I will pay you back though.”
He kissed her rosy cheek. “I certainly hope so. But on your own time. When you’re ready.”
“What if I’m ready right now?”<
