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The only thing that mattered now was tonight.
She stretched on tiptoes to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way. Her fingers trembled, her movements frantic and clumsy. But, as she finally reached the bottom and tugged the cotton out of his cummerbund to reveal the ridges of his six-pack, his large hand captured her fingers, preventing her from caressing the golden skin.
Her head jerked up, panic joining the fierce need.
‘What?’ she asked, scared he was going to stop her. Had he guessed how inexperienced she was?
He tugged her fingers to his lips and kissed the tips. The gesture was almost tender, until he sucked one finger into his mouth, and what had been strangely sweet became devastatingly erotic, the drawing sensation echoing painfully in her sex.
At last he released her hand to lift her hair from her neck and press those marauding lips to the pulse at her throat. He licked and suckled, sending brutal sensation pounding down.
‘There is no rush,’ he whispered with gruff amusement. ‘We have all night.’
Was he laughing at her? She wanted to be indignant, annoyed. But it was hard to be anything but desperate when with deliberate purpose he parted the plunging V of her gown’s neckline to reveal her breasts to his burning gaze.
His brow furrowed as he skimmed a thumb under the swollen flesh. ‘What is this?’
She glanced down and realised the problem—the flesh-coloured discs which covered her breasts, making them look weird. Heat mottled the skin across her collarbone.
‘Um, my bra. It’s a stick-on.’
‘Ingenious,’ he murmured as he circled the rubberised discs. ‘Does it hurt to remove them?’
She huffed out a strained laugh.Awkward, much?‘No.’
He brushed his thumb across the peak of her breast, the nipple distending beneath its shield.
She sucked in a breath. She could see his amusement, but also the fierce passion that hadn’t dimmed.
‘May I remove them?’ he asked.
Speech deserted her at the bold request. She’d never quite envisioned her first seduction being this awkward, or this hot.
‘Yes,’ she managed.
To her astonishment, he sunk to his knees which, because of his height, brought his head level with her breasts. For several pregnant seconds, he studied the design. Then he slipped his fingernail under the gel-like substance and peeled it back with infinite care.
She grasped his broad shoulders, the prickling sensation made unbearably erotic by his concentration. His wide shoulders bunched beneath the shirt, but then he threw away the stick-on and licked across the nipple.
The rush of feeling as the tip engorged was like nothing she had ever felt before. The nipple, already tender, swelled and throbbed as he lathed the peak, his large hands capturing her hips to hold her steady for the delicious torment.
A cool breeze brushed across her tender flesh as he leaned back on his heels then proceeded to peel away the other bra cup. Again, he played with the exposed nipple with his tongue, making darts of brutal sensation arrow into her sex. At last, he captured the swollen peak between his lips and suckled hard.
Her body bowed forward, her fingers sinking into his hair as heady, insistent desire fanned out from her breast and blazed a trail through all her erogenous zones.
She was weak, panting, barely able to stand, when he finally released her from the exquisite torture. He stood to ease the gown over her hips until she was standing before him in nothing more than her lacy thong.
She folded an arm across her breasts, every one of her senses heightened, aware of the slick moisture dampening her panties.
‘Do not hide yourself from me,’ he said, the comment part-request but mostly demand. To her surprise, she released her arm on his command.
Her back arched as she lifted her breasts. She wanted him to see all of her. Wanted to experience the rush of exhilaration as he thumbed the nipple, his breath gushing out on a grunt of need.
‘It’s your turn,’ she managed, suddenly desperate to see him too, to touch, tempt and devour him the way he had done to her.
His head lifted, but then he lowered it to concentrate on unzipping his trousers.
Power surged through her and she had the strangest sense of a man, who took orders from no one, taking orders from her.
