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here,” he says in a low seductive tone, crooking his index finger.
    I make my way to the edge of the bed on my knees. His pupils are dilated, his sultry gaze traveling up and down my body. I know his eyes have undressed me before he has. He exhales a long breath, running his index finger under his bottom lip. I feel wanted, desired… and wickedly dirty in all the right ways.
    Gathering the fabric from the hem of my dress, he lifts it over my head. He reaches around me, unhooks my pale pink lace bra and slides the straps slowly down my arms until it’s lying on the floor next to his discarded shirt. My face heats up as he inhales a deep breath, admiring me with a salacious gaze so hot it just may set this bed on fire.
    “I still make you blush?” he asks.
    I smile shyly and nod.
    “Good.” He smiles back. “Lie down.”
    I lie down with my head on the pillow. He unzips his jeans. Just the sound of his zipper gives me a quick thrill. It’s the promise of things to come. Ben slips off his jeans and boxer briefs, standing at the edge of the bed—naked, gorgeous, and mine. I inhale deeply and soak him in.
    “You’re still blushing,” he says with a hint of humor in his voice.
    “Hot naked men do that to me,” I murmur.
    “Hot naked men ?” he asks, arching a brow.
    “I’ll rephrase that. The hot naked man standing in front of me does that to me.”
    “Much better.” He climbs on the end of the bed, his arousal obvious by the rock hard erection he’s sporting. I lick my lips and stare at it, thick and stiff. I want that inside me so fucking bad.
    "Silk panties. Very nice. I don’t know why you bothered to wear them,” he mutters. Hooking a finger on either side of my panties, he slides them down my legs slowly and drops it to the floor.
    I lie on the bed naked, above the sheets. Ben likes to look at me and I love to let him.
    “Christ, you’re stunning,” he says in wonder. “I swear to God, every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again.”
    “I’m glad when you fall, I’m where you land.”
    “Always,” he says sincerely. It never ceases to amaze me how he still looks at me like it’s the first time he’s seen me. It’s carnal and raw yet romantic at the same time. Incredible.
    I feel the same way. Every time we’re together, for as often as we’ve done this and for as well as we know each other’s bodies, there’s always a feeling of newness… of discovery. I’ve never felt this way before. I don’t think he has either.
    He lingers at the end of the bed, between my feet, taking hold of one foot and kisses the pad to each toe, lightly nipping at a few. I close my eyes and whimper softly. I know this is just the beginning of something extraordinary.
    The tip of his tongue trails up my calf. He works his way back down with feather-light kisses. Each time his soft lips touch my skin, I quiver. He takes my other foot, running his hand up and down that calf, before kissing each toe.
    He’s seducing me, a slow sensual seduction. And I’ve fallen completely under his spell yet again. I’m dying to touch him, to pull him on top of me and feel him inside me. But he’s in charge tonight. He sits up on his knees and looks at me with sin written all over his face.
    “Fuck,” he says, shaking his head. I know that’s a compliment, he likes what he sees. Slowly, he crawls in-between my legs and kisses my inner thighs. My skin is super-sensitive here and he knows it. He takes his time with light kisses, small nips on my skin, delicately caressing my thighs with his hand.
    He positions himself between my legs, his lips nearly touching my sex, but not quite. I feel his warm breath on my sex and his beard’s stubble rubbing against my skin. The friction is driving me wild. A thrill runs through me in anticipation of what I know is coming. My breathing is getting harsher, ragged.
    He reaches up to the side of me and grabs a pillow, then takes it, lifts me slightly and places the