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She let him go and stepped back.
He immediately turned around. Another low, guttural groan fell from his lips as he saw her, studied her, inhaled her visually as if he’d never seen her before. “You’re stunning. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
She knew that wasn’t true, but for now, for this moment, she completely believed him. Hemadeher believe him. His eyes didn’t lie. His voice shook with sincerity. And his hands, when they reached for her, nearly trembled with suppressed tension and undiluted want.
“You like it?” she asked, knowing that he did by his heavy-lidded eyes and the play of clenching muscles beneath all that golden male skin.
But she should have known better than to expect Mick to burst into flames. Oh, no, he was too controlled for that. Too much a creature of sensation, a lover of all things intimate and sultry. He drew her toward him, pulled her in front of the window. And turned her around so her back was to him.
“Mick…”
“Shh,” he whispered against her shoulder as he began to kiss her, to taste her, sample her as she had him. “Fair’s fair.”
“What if someone’s watching?” she asked, picturing a thousand faces behind the thousand windows in the surrounding buildings.
“Then they’ll think I’m the luckiest bastard in the world.”
Then she couldn’t speak, couldn’t protest, could only drop her head back and moan as he moved his way down her body. He kissed every single tiny bone of her spine, leaving her shaking and weak. The brush of his tongue on the small of her back sent a shock of sensation shooting down her legs.
“Ahh, still sensitive here.”
She couldn’t respond, could only nod mindlessly, feeling weak.
As if sensing her weakness, he wrapped his big, warm hands around her hips, steadying her, but also stroking her with those strong fingers, so close to where she was throbbing and hungry for him. “Mmm,” she moaned.
“You don’t have a tattoo. We might need to fix that,” he whispered against the elastic waist of her thong panties. “But not a lamb. A sleek, dark cat. Mysterious and sultry. With thick dark hair like yours and amazing eyes that stare right through you.”
She could picture it, her mind filling with the images his words painted.
“You wouldn’t be allergic to that kind of cat, would you, Caroline?” He kissed her just below her right hip, the same spot where his body held his original little lamb. Then he nibbled there lightly. “I’d love making you purr when I taste that pretty pussy.”
She nearly came right then and there. “You are so wicked.”
“That’s what you love about me.”
Yes.She did. She had always loved him, and she always would. Because of that wickedness, not in spite of it.
But she couldn’t tell him that. Not now, not when her mind was drifting somewhere out of her body. She gave up trying to think. She could focus only on his touch, his lips, his tongue, his warm breath making goose bumps on her flesh. He toyed with the waistband of her thong, tugging it with his teeth and tasting the skin beneath, then nibbled his way across her cheek, until he reached the back of her garter.
God in heaven.
She didn’t know of a single man on earth who could unfasten a garter with his mouth, other than Mick. Where most men would have fumbled if they’d even used both hands, he had no such difficulty. He flicked the hook with his tongue and teeth, leaving her bare to his mouth.
Then he finally moved his hands. After deftly undoing the front hook, he cupped one thigh. With slow deliberation, he slid his palms down, bringing the silky stocking along with them, touching every inch of her limb. He repeated his actions on her other leg, until both stockings were puddled on the floor below her feet.
Slowly, he began to rise, just as she had, delighting in making her quiver by teasing her with mouth and hands, letting his fingers dip between her thighs and brush her curls, but never touching her as intimately as she desired.
She whimpered, wanting so much more, wanting himthereand, oh God,there.
She thought she’d die when he finally reached a standing position and mimicked her yet again. He pressed against her, his erection resting against her buttocks and thighs, hot and heavy. He tilted his hips closer, rocking up as she had against him, mimicking a kind of lovemaking he knew damn well turned her into a madwoman.
She choked back a helpless sob, unable to help it. “Please, Mick…”
“Almost,” he whispered. “One final thing.”
She remembered just as he moved his arms around her waist. One of his perfect hands dropped down to her panties and slid beneath them. When he dipped one finger into her moist flesh, she went weak and jerked in response. She had to lean against him, making nearly incoherent cries as he plucked and caressed with lazy circles that brought her higher and higher.
“I’ve got you. Open your eyes.”
