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of her wrists to start unbuttoning
his shirt. It was her turn to be captivated, her attention riveted
on each piece of skin revealed to her. He was perfection itself.
And hers…for tonight anyway. She wouldn’t let herself think beyond
that.
    “On the bed,
slowly.”
    Backing up, her
knees hit the edge of the mattress, and she scooted backward,
unable to look away. He reached the last button and stripped the
shirt off. She swallowed. He was huge, his broad shoulders and wide
chest packed with muscles. Muscles on muscles, all under smooth
skin. A smattering of hair peppered his chest. More than she was
used to seeing, but not too much. She itched to touch, still
sitting up and fighting the urge to reach out.
    “Lie down,” he
ordered softly as his hands went for his belt. “I want to see you
spread over my bed.”
    Where he would
take her, that hard powerful body moving over and within hers… She
swallowed, her throat dry, and lay back as requested. She didn’t
even worry about laying seductively, the strip-tease going on right
in front of her fried her brain cells.
    She couldn’t
look away as he undid the belt, not sliding it free to draw it out
and tease her, just leaving it hanging loose as he unzipped the
dress pants. He wasn’t commando. The breath she hadn’t realised she
held escaped her lungs in a rush as he pushed the pants down,
shucking his shoes and socks off in the same movement. A guy taking
his pants off wasn’t a sexy sight, and to his credit, he didn’t
even try, just dumping the clothing and approaching the bed.
    He wore tight
cotton boxers, black ones, but even in the low light filtering
through the blinds she could see the thick bar of his cock pressing
against the fabric. Heat and doubt hit her at the same moment. He
looked way bigger than he’d felt when she was pressed against him,
and it had been a long time since she’d done this.
    The mattress
dipped next to her, and he pulled her back into his arms. She went
eagerly and nestled against his larger body as he wrapped her in
his embrace. A wash of heat hit her as skin slid over skin. She
tilted her chin up, seeking his kiss again. She wasn’t an innocent,
but she’d never felt as delicate and feminine as she did in his
arms. Safe and secure. Protected and desired all at once. It was a
heady feeling.
    His lips
feathered over hers, the illusion of softness fleeting as he parted
her lips with a decisive sweep of his tongue and drove inside. Her
whimper of pleasure was lost in his mouth as he explored hers. It
was a deeper, harder kiss, like the one he’d given her by the front
door. Wriggling against him, her hands clutched at the solidness of
his arms as she tried to get closer.
    He murmured in
approval, sliding one arm under her neck while the free hand slid
down her thigh and pulled her leg up over his hip. She gasped, and
moaned in pleasure as the position pressed his groin hard against
hers. The thick, solid length of his cock rubbed against her,
stroking her engorged clit through the layers of fabric that
separated them until she saw fireworks behind her closed lids.
    “You’re so damn
sexy,” he muttered, voice muffled against her neck as he worked his
way down. His hips rocked against hers, and he reached back up to
hook strong fingers under her bra strap. His breathing was ragged
as he yanked it down, the sharp bite of the elastic the first hint
of roughness he’d displayed. Tension held his body taut, but the
tremor that laced the hard muscles told her he was on the edge of
his control.
    She smiled, the
expression, a mere curve of her lips, lost when he rolled her to
the side and unsnapped the clasp between her shoulder blades. With
a sweep of his hand, the bra was gone, her breasts uncovered for
his gaze and touch.
    “So pretty,” He
groaned, his voice thick.
    She mewled,
arching her back as he laid a gentle kiss next to her nipple. An
almost innocent touch that fired her up. Liquid arousal slipped
from her pussy to dampen