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knickers that women wore to keep their stomachs flat. He’d yet to see any part of her that needed hiding.
    He had thought about approaching her several times over the past year, but no time had seemed right. When she’d suggested the end-of-term meal, temptation had nagged at him. That wouldn’t have been any good either, though. The last thing he wanted was for Leah to be the center of the gossip that so freely got spread, nor did he want Hilary Davis citing the riot act either. He didn’t have many lifelines left where she was concerned.
    After taking off his shoes and putting them back in one of two wardrobes, he removed his socks and shirt, dropping them into the laundry basket in the corner of his bedroom. He lay back on the bed, rubbing her knickers between his fingers as he imagined her soaping her body. He had always gotten hard at the mere thought of her. Actually seeing her had almost sent him into a frenzy.
    From the loose waves of her blonde hair to the curves of her breasts, waist and hips to the naked mound of her pubis, there wasn’t one part of her he didn’t want to lick and kiss.
    He slipped his hand into his trousers and gave himself one long, hard stroke, thinking about how she’d reacted to his touch. Shit, if he wasn’t careful, he was going to come before she’d even finished in the shower.
    The sound of a door opening and closing caught his attention, and he took his hand out of his trousers, gripping his fingers together and placing his palms behind his head.
    Leah stepped into his bedroom, wrapped in one of his towels, her long, wet hair showing its natural dark-honey coloring at the roots. He smiled as she went to him. Her expression was uneasy, unsure. It was obvious that she wanted him. It was also clear that this was not a game she was used to playing.
    That would change, though.
     

Chapter Five
     
     
     
    She straddled him, the towel still tied around her bust. Placing her palms on his naked chest, she raked her nails down to his navel.
    “Fuck me, Miss Beauchamp,” he breathed, grasping her hips and rocking her back and forth. She could feel the firmness of his erection pressing against her clitoris. Ty lifted a hand and untucked the towel so that it dropped around her waist. Pulling her into him, he took one nipple in his mouth and gave it a hard suck. Leah tipped her head back and gasped as electricity sparked down to her core. To feel him against her was surreal. She still wasn’t convinced she wasn’t dreaming.
    He used one hand to hold her breast in place, the other was planted against one butt cheek, squeezing as he sucked. She couldn’t have moved even if she wanted to.
    Ty bucked his hips. He was straining against the zip of his trousers. Reaching between them, she tried to release him, but he stopped her, moving his fingers from her breast to her hand between her legs.
    “Please,” she murmured. “I want to touch you.”
    “And I’m glad that you do,” he said against her breast, his breath rushing over her sensitive flesh. “But right now, I want to pleasure you. I’ve been waiting a whole year for this, so let me have it.”
    Leah nodded and Ty rolled them over so that he was lying between her thighs. She held on to his arms as he trailed his kisses down her cleavage, moving from one nipple to the other, making sure both were left wet and bare to the cold breeze that drifted through an open window. She shuddered as they became painful. She pinched her fingers into his biceps, nipping at the ink that spiraled down his left arm.
    He reached her belly button, dipping his tongue in and out of the hollow, eliciting more twitches as she reacted to his touch. Ty gripped her hips, nipping at her skin as he drifted lower. He left a kiss on her inner thigh, inhaling as he nuzzled her. Instinctively, she lifted her hips to him, pushing her shoulders into the thick pillows. Her mind was all over the place. It was difficult to concentrate as she fought with the memories