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"Thank you," she whispered. Her lips trembled.
He finished unbuttoning his vest and ripped it off. He pulled his shirt from his trousers and tugged at the buttons. When they were free, the shirt joined the vest on the floor. Then he bent over her and grasped her shoulders. She arched her head back, raising her chin toward him. Her mouth parted as if she needed no seduction to be ready.
He gave her none. He pressed his lips hard against hers and instantly thrust his tongue inside her mouth. She moaned deeply. Her fingers touched his chest and sides, moving up and down quickly, fluttering against his heated skin. He wanted to grab her hands and force them down so that she held his throbbing hardness, but he knew if she touched him there, he would explode. Not yet, he reminded himself. Not until he'd branded her with his passion. Not until she was mindless with exhaustion and could do nothing but feel.
He cupped her face, then slipped his fingers through her long hair. He drew back slightly and swept his tongue across her mouth, moistening her, then sucking her lower lip until her breathing increased. He kissed her cheeks, her nose, then nibbled the edge of her chin. Lower and lower he kissed along her neck, until he reached the curve of the chain.
There he bit down, making her jump, tasting her sensitized skin. He could feel a shiver as it raced through her. The hands on his body stilled as her attention focused on what he was doing.
After tracing patterns on her back, he lowered her to the bed and slipped between her knees. Her thighs parted willingly. He moved closer, until his crotch rested against her blond curls. He could feel the heat there. It burned him through the layer of his clothing. She rotated slightly, but he ignored the invitation. Not yet.
He bent over her and touched her breasts. Veins showed through, a faint blue line against pale skin. He traced the path with his tongue, then circled her already erect nipple. The small rose-colored point strained toward him. Her eyes fluttered closed and her head arched back in anticipation. He blew softly on the tip, but didn't touch it. He repeated the procedure with her other trembling breast, tracing the faint line, circling the sweet curves, savoring the taste and the anticipation.
He sat up and stroked between her breasts to her midsection, across her hips and close, temptingly close to her woman's place. Her hands curled into the coverlet. He reached for her wrists and brought her fingers to his chest. Eagerly she brushed against him, rubbing the hair, searching for his male nipples. When she found one, he sucked in his breath as sensation shot through him.
Her hips flexed against him. Up and down, she pressed herself along his hard length. He wondered if she was aware of what she was doing. He captured one of her hands and drew her first two fingers into his mouth. She tasted faintly salty. He licked the tips of her fingers, then bit down gently. When her skin was wet, he moved her hand back to his chest. Those damp fingers now toyed with his nipple, pulling it gently and teasing it into a tighter need.
He glanced down at her face. Her eyes were open and she watched the play of her hands along his body. There was nothing shy in her expression. Curiosity diluted by passion, perhaps, but no fear.
"Does that feel nice?" she asked and raised her other hand toward his mouth. He sucked on her fingers, then re-
leased her. She touched her damp skin to his nipple and \ squeezed gently.
"Yes," he said hoarsely, fighting the need to unbutton his
trousers and bury himself in her waiting moistness. He
leaned forward, pressing into her attentions. Her hips kept
i up their rhythmic assault on his self-control. The heat be-
i tween them grew as he felt his clothing dampen from her
body.
He sucked in a curse, then bent over her and drew her left nipple into his mouth. The tight bud tasted sweet. He touched his tongue to the sensitive point, then circled around. She moaned his name. Her hands kneaded his shoulders and his back, until mindlessly they slipped onto the bed. Her head twisted back and forth.
Again and again he drew her into his mouth. He toyed with her until her body was coated with perspiration and her legs trembled. Until rubbing her woman's place against him had left him as wet as her. Only then did he dip his head lower so he could kiss her belly. Her skin quivered. Her hands clung to the coverlet. Lower still, until he could feel the soft curls, then lower and lower until he touched his mouth to her most sensitive place.
