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The sound seemed to please him. Abruptly, Lukas shoved himself to his knees and drew her up with him to grab her shirt and pull it straight over her head. Then he sat back against his heels, a smile curving the corner of his mouth as he cupped her breasts in his palms.
Self-conscious despite her best intentions, Holly shifted to cover herself. But Lukas stilled her hands. “Don’t.”
His gaze settled on her, then he bent his head and kissed each of her breasts, teasing her nipples to hard, tight buds, made her gasp and grab his shoulders as his tongue skimmed over her heated flesh, leaving exquisitely sensitive trails.
Stardust trails, Holly thought, giving herself over to the moment—to the man.
And then she ceased to think at all.
* * *
Holly. In his bed.
At last.
Holly’s hands on his bare back, nails scratching lightly, sent exquisite little bolts of electricity straight through him, making him even harder than he’d been. But when her fingers slid around to the snap at the waistband of his jeans, he stilled them even though his own fingers shook as he pulled hers away. “Wait.” His breath came in quick gasps. He shoved himself back and up on one elbow.
Holly stared at him, eyes wide and uncomprehending. “Wait?”
“Just. Slow. Down.” He could only manage one word at a time, and there was a tremor in his voice as well as in his hands. He felt like a teenager, lacking control, desperate for release. A release he craved at the same time he wanted this to last.
“No...hurry.” His mouth twisted. “We’ve got...all night.”
Then he dipped his head and buried his face in her hair, drawing in more deeply the tantalizing citrus scent that had always said “Holly” to him. He nibbled her ear, pressed kisses along her jaw, slid his hands down her sides, then up over her breasts.
“How come you get to do things?” Holly’s voice was plaintive. He could hear a tremor in it that made him smile.
“Because you want me to.” He lifted his head and looked down at her. “Don’t you?”
She swallowed. It was answer enough. Still watching her face, he drew one trembling finger down between her breasts, circled her nipples, then bent his head to lave them again with his tongue. He smiled when he heard her breath catch.
“Lukas!” His name hissed between her teeth. She reached out and caught his hand in hers. But she didn’t stop him. His lips pressed kisses where his fingers had gone. His tongue traced the same path, pebbling her nipples, making her squirm.
She trembled as he rubbed a thumb over the exquisite softness of her breasts, then cupped them, nuzzled and nibbled them. Holly let go of his hand to grab a handful of his hair. It made him smile, and he bent his head and moved lower, down across her flat belly to the waistband of her shorts. Then, as her hands slipped down to clutch his shoulders, he drew a fingertip along the edge of her waistband and felt the muscles in her abdomen contract. She shifted under his touch.
Lukas flicked open the button, then eased down the zip and tugged the shorts down over her hips, then drew them down the length of her legs. Ah, those legs. God, he loved her legs.
Tossing the shorts aside, he made himself slow down, appreciate every moment as his fingers played back up from her ankles again. He followed them with his lips, kissing her knees, then sliding between them so he could do the same to the insides of her thighs.
“My turn,” she said fiercely, pushing herself up to fumble with the zip of his jeans. He didn’t stop her this time, even though he was on the edge and very nearly tipped right over when her fingers opened his zip and found him. Lukas’s teeth clenched as her hand wrapped his hot flesh, tentatively at first, then more firmly. A harsh breath slipped between his teeth.
“Slow,” he warned, teeth clenched.
It was close to the best thing he’d ever experienced—Holly touching him, learning his body—almost as wonderful as touching and learning hers. She could have shattered him right then if he’d let her. He wouldn’t.
He stilled her fingers, then drew her hand away from him, felt the aching loss of her touch, but focused instead on her. He stroked lightly along the edge of the waistband of her panties, dipping beneath to trail a finger through the soft curls at the apex of her thighs. She trembled and shifted as he bent his head to plant a kiss there. And then another and another, before hooking his fingers around the scrap of lace and sliding them slowly down her thighs. Then he sat back and beheld Holly Montgomery Halloran naked before him.
“Dear God, you’re beautiful.”
