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He kicked off his shoes and dragged off his trousers and boxer shorts together.
Suddenly he stood before her, naked except for the open shirt that he hadn’t removed. She wanted to demand he lose that too, but all she could do was shiver uncontrollably as she devoured the sight of him—magnificent and strange, his big, perfectly formed body gilded by moonlight. Dark curls of hair bloomed around his nipples, defining the heavy slabs of his pectoral muscles, then trailed into a thin line to bisect his abdominal muscles. His obliques stood out, arrowing down to his groin, and the bush of dark hair did nothing to disguise the thrusting erection.
She drew in a staggered breath, feeling light-headed.
Oh. My.
The column of his sex stood upright, bending towards his belly button. She’d never seen a man’s naked penis before, and certainly not one so magnificently erect, but she was sure very few could compare to the length and girth of this one.
Her throat dried, even as the moisture flooded between her thighs. She should have been panicked—how on earth was all of that going to fit inside her?—but somehow all she felt was a heady charge at the sight of him, so hard, so ready, just for her.
‘Can I...can I touch it?’ she stammered, her voice low with awe.
His eyebrows shot up his forehead and then he laughed. ‘Of course,’ he said, his tone more than a little incredulous.
Humiliation flared and she wanted to bite off her own tongue.
Way to go, Liah—why not make it totally obvious you’re a virgin?
As if she needed to make him any more big-headed. She swallowed down the pulse of embarrassment.
It doesn’t matter what he thinks...you will never see him again after tonight.
Reaching out, she traced her fingertip down the thick length.
He groaned as the long column seemed to bend to her touch. Heat scoured her insides, but this time it had nothing to do with mortification and everything to do with excitement. She wrapped her fingers around him, marvelling at the way the flesh felt so soft and yet so solid. His breathing accelerated, and his abdominal muscles tensed as he stood, stoic and unmoving, and let her explore.
A bead of moisture appeared at the tip, fascinating her even more. She rubbed her thumb across the straining head, using the viscous liquid to ease her grip as she stroked the velvet length.
He made a guttural sound. The power surged as he swelled and throbbed in her hand.
But, just as the empty ache in her core became unbearable, her need reaching fever pitch at the thought of seeing him lose control, he grasped her wrist and pulled her fingers away.
‘Enough,’ he murmured, his tone no longer mocking. ‘Do you wish to unman me?’ he asked, the question raw.
She smiled. ‘Yes?’
He laughed. The rough chuckle was like a balm to her soul. Her heart swelled at the weird, disconnected thought that, for all his arrogance and even chauvinism, this man had no problem seeing her as an equal. He enjoyed the challenge, the battle for supremacy between them, as much as she did. He didn’t think less of her for wanting to best him, he actually thought more.
But, before she had a chance to contemplate that bizarre revelation—which surely had to be the endorphins talking?—he scooped her into his arms again to carry her to the bed.
He tossed her onto the wide mattress as if she weighed nothing.
‘You little witch,’ he murmured as he joined her on the bed, his big body looming over hers. ‘Two can play at that game.’
She scrambled backwards, but he grasped her ankle to draw her towards him. Cradling her hips, he knelt between her legs then cupped her bottom to bring her throbbing centre towards his marauding mouth.
She squirmed, as shocked as she was exhilarated.
Was he actually going to kiss her...there...?
He parted her folds with his thumbs then blew softly across the heated flesh, which did nothing whatsoever to cool the vicious heat.
‘Yes... Please.’ She didn’t even recognise the guttural plea as her own until her gaze met the vivid amber of his eyes, the wicked intent in them as intoxicating as the desperate need making her pulse points throb and the slick flesh between her legs swell.
He breathed in, then groaned. ‘You smell so delicious. I may have to feast on you all night.’
He was teasing her, but the playful words seemed part-promise, part-threat.
