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must’ve passed the test.
    Trust. That’s what it came down to. She’d signed up for a tryst with a stranger, except, instead of walking into a club and grabbing a fellow, she’d preferred to have a trusted party arrange the meeting for her.
    “If, at any moment, anything I do feels off or wrong, just tell me to stop, and I will. I give you my word.”
    He spoke in a deep, masculine growl with a faint, clipped accent. His warm, strong hand still lay against her cheek, cradled her jawbone, and she melted at the gentleness in the touch, the tenderness in the way he brushed the pad of his thumb along her cheekbone.
    Simmi looked into his deep-set, ink-blue irises. She saw concern there, his plea that she give in to him, the certainty he’d take good care of her. What else had she signed up for, except for a man to look after her for the night?
    Without looking away from him, she closed her eyes.
    His warm hand left her cheek, and she jumped a little when she felt a fleeting touch at her ankle.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Shhh,” he coaxed in a smiling tone.
    His touch soft and delicate, he worked the thin straps of her sandals out of the buckles. She started to move one foot down, when he closed a hand around her ankle and stopped her.
    He bunched the hem of her gypsy skirt in one hand and trailed the fingers of his free hand up her leg, one inch at a time. Tingles of pleasure mixed with surprise skittered up her limbs, and she gasped. What would he end up doing to her?
    Her skirt had ridden up to knee-level now. The air-conditioned cool inside the villa teased the skin of her inner thighs. Simmi closed her eyes even tighter. She prayed she wouldn’t break out in goose bumps. She didn’t have spectacular thighs. The anti-cellulite balm on which she dropped a fortune every time she went through the airport’s duty-free shops kept the lumps and bumps at bay, but goose bumps would undo all her painstaking work.
    And then something warm and moist touched the skin just above her anklebone. All notion of dimpled thigh appearance shattered upon the sensation of his soft lips on her skin. When he moved up and traced his tongue along the path, her knees grew weak. She snaked a hand out and grabbed his shoulder to keep her balance.
    She felt his smile against her knee. Little by little, the skirt crept farther and farther up, until her legs were bare. He moved his head, and the ticklish rasp of his beard scraped along the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh as he kissed his way up, up, to…
    Oh my God ! He wouldn’t go down on her right there, would he?
    As if he heard the question, he pushed her bunched-up skirt away and pressed it into the small of her back as he tightened a steel-like arm around her.
    All muscle—she’d been right. Goodness, would his whole body be as hard, too?
    Unbidden, a rush of hot moisture shot through her core and moistened her knickers, at the same time his nose brushed against the lacy fabric.
    Heat crept up her face and stung her cheeks. Oh, the shame . Now he knew she wanted him, that she craved sex, anything erotic, with him.
    She didn’t have more time to linger with mortification, because with his free hand, he pulled the edge of the panty away, and placed a kiss on her there.
    Her feet in the unfastened shoes wobbled. He tightened his arm around her, kept her in place. Thank goodness because she had no clue how she could keep on standing otherwise.
    With his index finger, he kept the lace to the side. A cool breeze danced along her hot core, replaced seconds later by more warmth as his mouth closed on her pussy. He darted his tongue out to tease her clit then lapped at her sex, before he came back to suck her tightened clitoris again.
    Time and everything around them stopped existing from that moment on. As he expertly worked his tongue against her throbbing clit, her legs wobbled, ready to buckle the next time he sucked the nub into his mouth and rolled it between his teeth.
    She