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    She ran her hands over his flesh, tracing the dips and swells of his torso and chest. Then up to the bones of his shoulders. She seemed to find his form fascinating, a fact that inflated his confidence as well as his cock. Every place she touched quivered at her touch, as though his body had been starved for such contact.
    Grey hauled her against him once more. “Now it’s my turn to touch you.”
    He kissed her again, untying the ribbons of her chemise. He pushed the fragile fabric down her arms until it slid free and pooled at her feet. Her arms came around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as he tore his hands away from her long enough to unfasten his trousers and dispatch them. It wasn’t until he swept her into his arms and set her on the bed that he realized she wore nothing but her stockings, and that he wore nothing at all.
    Greedily, he raked his gaze over the full length of her. Her legs were long and shapely, the calves slightly muscular. Her hips were full, belly soft. Between her thighs, soft dark hair beckoned for his touch. Her waist was narrow, her breasts full, topped with delectable pink nipples that hardened under his appreciative gaze. Christ, but she was all pink and dusky cream—a delicacy that made his mouth water in anticipation of tasting every inch of her.
    Her appraisal of him was every bit as frank and appreciative. Her eyes widened as her gaze fell upon his erection, stroking his self-satisfaction to a new level of smugness. He’d never been one of those men who doubted his size or prowess, but this woman made him feel like a stallion, or a god of some kind.
    She reached out and touched him there, curling her fingers around the length. Grey hissed in pleasure. She stroked him, and he thrust against her hand, prick pulsing in delighted response. He let her explore and pleasure him until it became too much, then he covered her hand with his own and gently drew it away.
    “Did I do something wrong?” she asked.
    He laughed—a rasping sound. “Christ, no. I just don’t want to come in your hand.”
    She flushed the prettiest rose. “Oh.”
    Grey smiled at her, touching his fingers to her cheek. His heart pinched at the contact, a response that struck fear in his chest.
    It was only sex, he told himself. This emotional reaction was because of her similarity to Rose, because she seemed so genuinely taken with him. It was nothing to worry about. Nothing that wouldn’t go away once the sun came up.
    Bracing himself on his elbow, Grey lowered his head and took one puckered nipple into his mouth. Heat rushed through his blood as she moaned in pleasure, fingers digging encouragingly into his scalp. Her back arched, and when he sucked harder, she cried out, pressing those lush lips against his, parting her thighs for him.
    He repeated the process with her other breast, rubbing the length of his arousal against the damp cleft of her body. She was all wet heat and willing flesh. It would be so easy—it was so tempting—to slid into her tightness and lose himself there. But not yet. Not yet.
    He slid his hand down her torso, his fingers tracing the faint ridge of her ribs. Down the soft curve of her belly he moved with excruciating stealth, circling her navel and then down, until finally he found the damp and wanting place between her thighs. She didn’t have to ask, didn’t have to make a sound, for him to know what she wanted. Little moans escaped her mouth regardless, and she lifted her hips in invitation. One of his fingers parted the dewy lips of her sex to slide within, and found with surprising ease, the spot where he knew she ached to be touched. His lover cried out when the tip of his finger stroked and teased the little knot, and Grey acknowledged her pleasure with a gentle nip of his teeth against her nipple. Then he replaced his finger with his thumb, letting his fingers ease down through her wetness.
    She gasped when he slid the length of one finger deep inside her. Her