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He straightened, forcing her to stand upright. She clutched at his shoulders as he continued to kiss her neck and nibble on her ears. It felt wonderful. Better than wonderful. It was more perfect than she remembered.
His hands moved between her breasts, unfastening more buttons. A vague feeling of panic threatened the moment. She didn't know what to do. She wanted Justin to show her more, but she was afraid. No one had touched her there before.
She stared at him, at the dark hair tumbling over his forehead, at the familiar shape of his face. The hardness there was new, as were the lines by his eyes. But he was still Justin.
As if he sensed her gaze, he looked at her. The fingers partway between her breasts and her waist paused. His mouth was damp. Damp from her. She raised her hand toward him and drew her thumb across his lower lip. He bit gently on the tip of her thumb, then touched her with his tongue. She shivered as a ripple of heat slipped down her spine.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, even as his hands moved higher. She could feel the pressure and warmth against her. She tried to draw in a deep breath but couldn't. "Don't be afraid."
"Justin, I-"
"Trust me."
He drew her bodice apart, then untied the ribbon closure of her corset cover. She held on to his upper arms, concen-
trating on his strength rather than on what he was doing. Then his mouth touched her chest. Hot and wet, his tongue circled against her sensitive skin. She gasped. His hands moved higher. Slowly, definitely, as if there was no plan to stop, as if he really meant to touch her breasts. As if she would allow him to. He moved up her ribs. At the top of her corset he paused. There was nothing between him and her bare skin except for a thin silk chemise. She held her breath, half hoping he would move away, half praying he would continue.
He moved his head up and kissed the side of her neck. Instinctively, she arched to give him more room and his hands swept over her breasts.
He held her without moving as she absorbed the feel of him against her. She was both hot and cold. She couldn't believe those two parts of her could feel so much at one time. Then he squeezed gently and she moaned. His fingers drifted across the silk, sending sensations shooting in all directions. Down her arms and legs, through her stomach and most especially to her female place. She felt funny there. Sort of achy and out of sorts. She squeezed her legs tightly together.
He brushed his thumb across her nipples. She gasped. She didn't know it could feel better, but it did. Back and forth he moved. Her nipples puckered. He raised his head and she glanced down, seeing his tanned hands against her pale chemise. Her breasts filled his hands. Over and over he stroked until she had to cling to him or fall. Until she couldn't catch her breath and the need inside, so wild and uncontrollable, made her want more.
Then he did the most amazing thing. He placed his mouth against her breasts. He drew the hard tip inside and suckled like a babe. Her eyes widened, then closed. She cupped his head, holding him in place.
"Justin, oh, Justin. How can you do that? How can you make me feel that?" He moved to her other breast and repeated the exquisite torture. When he would have pulled away, she slipped her fingers through his hair. "No, don't stop."
He laughed low in his throat. The soft sound made Megan aware of herself and what they were doing. Her hands moved from his silky hair to his shoulders and she pushed him away.
He straightened slowly and looked at her. Then his gaze dropped to her chest. She glanced down and saw the damp silk clinging to her. The material was transparent and left her breasts practically bare to his gaze. He touched the hardened tips.
"You're more beautiful than I imagined,'' he said softly. "Especially in silk."
He was teasing, but that didn't stop the feeling of guilt that flooded her. "Justin!" She swatted his hand away and pulled on the ribbon of her corset cover. When it was fastened, she tugged her bodice closed and began on the buttons.
"Megan, look at me."
She didn't want to. She was still blushing. She was afraid of what he'd made her feel and what she would see in his eyes. But she couldn't resist him forever. Slowly, she raised her gaze to his.
He smiled gently. The fire flaring between them had been banked, but she could see the lingering embers. It wouldn't take much to make it explode again. Despite the fact that he'd frightened and shocked her, she was pleased to know he wanted her again. She would hate to think the wanting was only hers.
