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gaze in the mirror. His tone never changed from the soothing and calm whisper as he said, “It disgusts me that there are men out there who hurt women. I’ll stop anytime you want. Just say so and I’ll stop.”
    Out of reflex, she shifted on her feet to move away, but he tightened his hold on her. Fear crept in between them. She closed her eyes and almost cried. God, she was so sick of being afraid. Her body begged for her mind to give up the fight and allow this man to show her what it was like to be pleasured. Could she really give over control, though?
    She wasn’t sure, but she wanted to try because Kenton ignited her sex drive like nothing she’d ever experienced. Opening her eyes, she met his patient and warm gaze. Not an ounce of judgment or anger shown through his features.
    “Okay. I want to try.”
    One corner of his sensual mouth lifted, making his eyes spark with a soft light of compassion and sexual hunger. Flattening his hand on her stomach, he slid it up. He cupped her right breast in his palm before he rolled her nipple between his thumb and index finger. She cried out and arched into his touch, as pinpricks of heightened sensation raced over her flesh. Her pussy ached for his touch, but somehow she guessed that Kenton wouldn’t ease that ache just yet.
    He touched her side with his other hand, making her jump. Without a word he skimmed his warm palm over her hip and dipped it inside her panties. His fingers found her clit and pleasure flooded her system, making her moan and rotate her hips against his hand to ease the building pressure.
    “Open your eyes. I want you to see how beautiful you look.”
    His husky voice sent a jolt of heat down her spine and she opened her eyes to meet his desire hazed gaze in the mirror. Beauty wasn’t the word she’d use to describe the reflection. Breathtaking came to mind. They looked like a couple made for one another.
    Her gaze dipped to where his hand disappeared into her panties as he rubbed in circular motions over the sensitive bundle of nerves. He increased his tempo until an organism shuddered through her, making her legs go weak. She gasped as he slipped two fingers inside her and pumped them, intensifying the wave of pleasure crashing over her.
    When the last shudder left her body, he scooped her up and carried her to the bed. Gently laying her down, he stepped away and removed his clothes.
    When he crawled back on the bed to hover over her, she raised her hand to cup his cheek. Quick but gentle, he gripped her wrists and brought them over her head. A spark of fear flared within. She couldn’t stop it.
    “You okay?” His soft whisper didn’t stop the racing of her heart or the skittering panic in her mind. She nodded, though, hoping she’d just push past the fear—she needed to get past all of it, be normal again.
    His fingertips gently pushed her hair back and he breathed hard, but otherwise didn’t move. “Aimee, talk to me, baby.” She could see the hunger in his expression, and yet he didn’t push her and didn’t ignore her silent signals. It meant something to her that he was that attuned to her needs.
    Gnawing her lip, she shook her head. “I’m fine. We’re fine.” The reality that he waited, that he gave her a moment, seemed to give her some grip on the moment of terror. She realized she did trust him in that moment and going forward. He wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want.
    Tracing his hand down, he stroked her chin before tilting her face toward his. “Let me know if that changes.” When he covered her mouth with his, the fear was replaced with need and a desire to submit to his every wish.
    “I want to touch you, too,” she said when he broke the kiss to trail lips down her cheek to her neck.
    “Tonight is all about you and letting go.”
    She let out another moan as he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked. Millions of tiny pinpricks of heightened awareness skittered over her body.
    He rose up and reached for the