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needed it to feel safe, probably.
    He would give her safety. Without taking his eyes off her, he tugged his T-shirt over his head and dropped the garment onto the floor. His jeans and boxer shorts joined the soft jersey a few seconds later.
    Simmi hitched in a breath. Lars stood still, to allow her to drink her fill of his nakedness. He didn’t like to boast or brag, but he’d grown into a big man, proportionate everywhere. The evidence of his desire for her stood hard and proud against his belly, and she couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away from there.
    He took a step toward the bed, placed a bent knee on the edge of the mattress.
    “You’re still clothed,” he said in a low growl. “Not fair.”
    With slow, measured movements, he undid the tie that fastened her skirt at her waist. Then, with a sharp tug, he ripped the garment off. Her long, slender legs were revealed, but the lace of her knickers hid under the fabric of her blouse. One by one, he unfastened the pearl buttons on the front then pushed the lightweight silk off her shoulders.
    Black lace with red satin—she knew how to visually stimulate a man. His loins tightened at the picture of wanton abandon she presented on the white duvet.
    Lars crept up on the bed, to sit on his knees beside her. She reached out, slow and hesitant, her fingers grazing his hard cock, before she closed her hand around his member.
    The breath hissed out of him at the silky contact. Her touch flowed over him in fleeting, delicate brushes, not at all like that of an experienced mistress. He doubted she could still be a virgin, but maybe she hadn’t had many sexual partners. The way she stroked him spoke of reverence and awe, a wonder none but first-time lovers displayed. He couldn’t help but relish his subtle satisfaction at her perusal. Had she enjoyed it this much when he had sought her core out just a few moments ago? He’d loved discovering every inch of her legs, every fold of her warm and wet pussy.
    Would Simmi feel the same if he allowed her to explore his body?
    He wrapped a hand around hers on his cock. She froze and looked up into his face.
    “You don’t want me to touch you?” she asked in a small voice.
    Lars lay back on the mattress, still keeping her hand in place. When his back pressed into the fluffy pillows, he released her and splayed his arms wide on the bed. His surrender, to her.
    “I want you to do anything you want to me,” he said.
    Her fingers closed tighter around his erection.
    “But do something for me first.”
    “What?” she breathed out, and licked her lower lip.
    Damn her ! “I need you naked. Nothing between us.”
    She released him and snaked her arms to the back of her bra. After ditching the lacy scrap, she peeled the knickers from her legs.
    Without a stitch of clothing on, she struck him as even more beautiful. Everything about her—the rounded curve of her small breasts, the lush flare of her hips, the subtle layer of flesh on her belly and hipbones—awakened his desire with a desperate, rapid flare he’d never experienced before. Simmi beckoned like an intoxicating drug, one he’d need forever, a fix he couldn’t and wouldn’t deny in any form he could get.
    And he had her for just one night.
    Not if he could help it…
    She trailed a hand down his chest. Goose bumps erupted on his arms, and his nipples tightened under the subtle sensory assault. She stopped on the crease between his hip and his thigh, inches away from his sensitive balls. He closed his eyes for a second and squared his jaw—did she have any idea what she did to him?
    Then something warm and soft caressed his collarbone. Her lips —followed by the stroke of her wet tongue along his skin. His breath hitched in raspy gasps as she moved farther down to flick her tongue against a nipple, which sent shards of pleasure straight to his groin. She followed the same path the electrifying current had taken, and it took all his restraint to not jump up from the bed