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at the desire glazing her eyes, at the moist fullness of her lips, swollen from his kisses. "My turn."
    Derek grabbed the hem of her tank top and eased the material up, his thumbs grazing her sides as he lifted it up and over her head. He looked down at the swell of her firm breasts, at the rosy nipples pulled into tight peaks, pebbling even more under his stare. Her skin was smooth, pale, soft; her stomach flat and tight, the edges of her muscles smooth ridges beneath her skin. He looked up at her, saw her watching him, uncertainty in her eyes.
    Derek smiled and reached out with one hand, his thumb grazing the tight point of one nipple. Her eyes closed and her head fell back, a small breath escaping her at the touch. Then he lowered his head and took the nipple into his mouth, his tongue tasting, teasing. His teeth grazing, nipping. She moaned again, the sound nothing more than a breathy sigh that went straight to his cock.
    He moved his head and took the other nipple into his mouth as he slid his hand down her side to her hip. He snagged the edge of her shorts with two fingers and eased them down, groaning when she lifted her hips.
    He trailed the tips of his fingers along the soft flesh of her inner thigh, up until he skimmed the small nest of short curls between her legs. Barely there and soft, so soft. He pulled away and looked down, seeing fire between her legs, the hair slightly darker than the hair on her head but no less vibrant.
    He wanted to burn in her fire, lose himself in her inferno.
    Derek shifted, edging himself off the bed, kicking his shoes off before grabbing her shorts and pulling them all the way down her legs. He eased the makeshift icepack from her ankle and slowly, carefully, worked her shorts all the way off.
    Then he stood there, watching her, memorizing her.
    She moved, her arms drifting across her chest. Derek grabbed her hands, catching her eye as he shook his head.
    "No. Let me look." He watched as she swallowed then blinked, the palest flush tinting her skin a faint pink. But she didn't move to cover herself, just let him look.
    He could stand here all night and just look at her. But he wanted more, needed more. He kneeled at the edge of the bed and gently eased her legs apart then placed the icepack back on her ankle, taking special care not to jostle it. Then he leaned forward and kissed his way up her leg, running his tongue along her soft flesh, nipping with his teeth, grazing her skin with the tips of his fingers. Slowly, enjoying every inch, every soft sweet moan, until he reached that fiery treasure between her legs.
    He settled more fully between her legs and wrapped his arms around her hips, lifting her to his mouth. Christ she was sweet. Sweet and wet and so fucking hot. He ran his tongue along her clit, felt her hips jerk under the touch as her hands sank into his hair. Her moans were louder, longer each time he licked her, swirled his tongue over the hard ridge of her clit, down to tease her wet entrance. Her hips thrust against his mouth and he smiled, never stopping as he eased one finger into her tight passage. In, out. In. Out again. Two fingers. Christ, she was so fucking wet, so hot, her inner muscles tightening, gripping his fingers, slowly at first, tighter, over and over until her climax overtook her.
    She pushed up with her good leg, her hips bucking. One hand twisted more tightly against his head, the other hand shooting down to grab his wrist. Holding his hand in place as she rode his delving fingers, over and over.
    Christ. Shit. Fuck. He needed inside her. Now. Before he lost it and came right there. He tore at the belt and button and zipper of his pants with his free hand, shoved them down past his hips, just enough to free his aching, throbbing cock.
    Condom. He needed a condom now. He groped for his wallet, grabbed the foil pack by feel before the wallet tumbled to the ground. It would be a miracle if he didn't explode before he managed to get the damn thing