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drawn tight, stretching forward.
    The kiss deepened as he slid his
tongue into her mouth causing electric currents to shoot into the tips of her
breasts and her fingers. She needed to touch more of him. Raising her hands,
she placed them on his sides and resisted the urge to pull him closer.
    She sighed and yielded to his oral
guidance.
    He glided his tongue over hers then
curled it so that every time he drew it away the tip of it grazed the roof of
her mouth. She shivered and moaned in response.
    Over and over again he claimed her
mouth, turned her core to jelly and made her mind spin. She needed more. More
kissing. More of this man.
    “Rrrrrrr…”
    Did he just growl? Even as the question came into her
mind, her body acted on its own to the sound. She arched her back, pressing her
breasts to his solid chest. She moved her lips back and whispered, “Touch me. I
want to feel your hands on me.”
    He stared down at her, his eyes were
definitely more metallic, the ebony color now flecks in the golden pool, barely
noticeable.
    If she wasn’t half out of her mind
with desire she may have stopped them and inquired about the shifting in his
gaze she kept seeing. However, with the blood rushing through her veins—hot and
fast—she couldn’t drag herself to do anything but wait anxiously for his touch.
    Smiling, he leaned closer and glided
his tongue over her bottom lip as his hands palmed her breasts. Large breasts
that most men in the past had struggled with handling. Not Dainton.
    He cupped them through her suit
jacket as he resumed kissing her.
    Her fingers flexed at his waist and
felt the hard muscles concealed beneath his clothes. For a moment she felt
hesitant about having her body bared before this sculpted man. She was fit. She
worked hard daily on the treadmill, but sometimes no matter how hard someone
dieted and went to the fitness center they couldn’t fight genetics. Her curves
were thick and prominent.
    In her experience, men liked slimmer
woman. They were all over Hollywood and plastered across billboards and the
covers of magazines. Even in the corporate field when she first got started she
was passed over a few times for lead positions for the thin, athletic type,
until she proved time and again how much of a go-getter she was and how well
she could produce above expectation results. Then the men in charge couldn’t
overlook her. Would this man be disappointed in what he saw revealed before
him?
    She wanted to not care. Wanted to
take the haughty road and recall she wasn’t paying him for his opinion but his
performance.
    However, even as a strong, confident
and business-minded person in her core, there was still a sliver of the young
woman that wanted favorable attention, love, and for someone to see her as
beautiful—the things that had been denied to her in her life.
    Pulling back, she pressed her hands
on his chest, needed a bit of space. Catch her breath. Her head was spinning.
    “Ah,” she cried out at the sharp
sting. She reached up and placed two fingers on her bottom lip.
    He set his lips along the shell of
her ear. “My apologies. I seemed to have gotten a little carried away.” His
voice was rough and intoxicating. “Let me take care of that.”
    His brushed small kisses along her
cheek until her arrived at the corner of her mouth. There he licked along her
bottom lip and removed the soreness and sting of the scrape. His tongue swiped
over it once, twice and returned two more times as if he couldn’t get enough of
the small taste of her.
    She could understand on
some level, because those delicate licks were doing something to her. Something
she couldn’t explain. The single word need seemed to explode in her
mind.
    This time she initiated the kiss,
burying her hands in his hair, she fisted the thick black locks holding him in
place as she claimed his mouth.
    As strong as he was, she didn’t fool
herself for a moment in believing that she was overpowering him or making him
remain still as