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leave me some control.”
    What a delight that she could affect him so powerfully. “You’re a professional.”
    “I’m a man first, and you’re making me incredibly hot.”
    She bit her lip. “You really find me sexy?”
    “Don’t you ever doubt it.” He rolled her onto her back and slid his body over hers. Though he held himself on his elbows, keeping most of his weight off her, his skin pressed against hers. What luxury. She ran her hands under his arms and to his back, so she could stroke it as he lowered his face to hers.
    This time when they kissed, nothing separated them. Nothing at all. She could bask in his warmth while his lips launched an assault on her senses. Pass after pass of his mouth on hers soon had her brain reeling. Just enough pressure to make her want more and more, and all the time the evidence of his arousal pressed against her pelvis.
    By the time he finished with her mouth and slid lower, leaving a trail of kisses over her throat, she was struggling for air. She stroked his hair, his shoulders, anything she could reach. And then he was sliding lower, taking a neglected nipple between his lips. Arching her back, she pressed herself up to him. Offering and demanding at the same time.
    The neural circuits clicked and connected, sending a charge to all the sensitive places on her body: to her pussy, of course, but also to the curves behind her knees. Even to the arches of her feet. With only the gentle sucking at her breast, he could arouse her entire body.
    Then he moved lower, his skin gliding over hers as he pressed kisses all over her ribs and downward. Easing her legs apart, he made a place for himself between her thighs. Oh, God, he was really going to do that . Cunnilingus, oral sex. The ultimate a man could do for a woman. Her heart nearly stopped in her chest, and for a moment she didn’t breathe. If he teased her clitoris with his tongue and she still didn’t come, what in hell would she say to him?
    You were fabulous, but I guess it’s not my night?
    It’s not you; it’s me?
    And still he went lower, until his face lay only inches away from her pussy. Now or never time. Countdown to liftoff. Probably.
    She let herself breathe again. Evenly. And she relaxed her shoulders. But when he parted the lips of her sex and made a single pass with his tongue, she gasped.
    He lifted his head. “Something wrong?”
    “No. I’m great. Just great.”
    “I won’t do this if you don’t want me to,” he said.
    “Please. I do. Really.”
    “Okay.” He gave her a smile. “Relax and enjoy.”
    Enjoy, she could manage. Relax, well, they’d see about that.
    He went back to work, this time stroking her pussy lips gently. Just a brush of his fingertips. Clever man. Not pushing but enticing. And honestly, how could any woman resist such a tender caress on her most sensitive flesh? With a sigh, she sank back into the mattress, closed her eyes, and let him proceed any way that came into his head. After a bit, his touch landed on the tip of her clitoris, and this time the jolt that went through her contained nothing but pure pleasure.
    “Ohhhhh.” Her own voice, low and thick with need—she’d never heard herself like that before.
    He took that as his cue and swiped his tongue over her again, from the entrance to her pussy upward, lingering on her clit. Heaven, pure heaven. Her breathing became ragged enough to fill the space around them, and she reached down and burrowed her fingers in his hair to signal her approval. And a silent plea for more.
    She needn’t have begged because he continued. He flicked his tongue over her clit, circled it, and pressed it. And, oh, how she responded. Tiny pricks of light appeared on the backs of her eyelids as her arousal went to simmer. Her whole body grew warm and then hot. And he kept going, never letting up on the pressure, building such a fire of need inside her that she ought to go up in flames.
    This time, she’d come. This time, she wouldn’t be