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and need him with a force that honestly shocks me. Up now, his fingers pause beneath the swell of my breasts, heavy with wanting his touch. He is only too happy to oblige me my unspoken demand, stroking up to find a pebbled nipple with each thumb and forefinger, and he pinches. Hard.
    Fuck that feels good!
    If his growls of laughter tell me anything, it’s that I might have just screamed those words out loud. I open my mouth to apologize and he presses a finger there, hushing me. “I like that, Lacy. Don’t hold back with me.”
    Resuming where he left off, Dex aims his lips for no destination in particular, taking his time mapping out my flesh. His teasing kisses trail to the tops of my breasts which has me squirming for more. He pauses and I stare at him, waiting, silently groveling for him to go on. Those icy eyes burn into mine with unexpected tenderness making my breath hitch. It’s the words he speaks next that have my soul bowing to him in reverence.
    “If you aren’t ready to go all the way, Lacy, I understand that and I respect it. But I am going to make you feel worshipped. All. Night. Long.”
    Latching to one taut nipple, Dex pulls it deep into the wet heat of his mouth where he draws out his delicious torture. Back forming an arc and breasts thrust upwards, I’m completely open to this man, wanting everything he’s willing to offer me, and more. More. I need so much more. He has me wound up like a guitar string that’s about to snap if strummed too forcefully.
    Lower still he takes his torment on my body, lips alternating with his tongue over my taut abdomen, only coming to a stop just above where I want him the most. His gaze holds mine, asking again. Asking what? I don’t know, but he damn well better do something soon. There are about five million firecrackers attached to my nerve endings, all lit and ready to go off. They just need permission. I can’t find my voice to make the request to him though.
    Finally, Dex lets off a deep, low throaty laugh, leaning close to breathe me in. Oh. My. Gosh. The man is smelling me . Down there. It is the single sexiest thing I have ever seen. And he rolls his eyes back, licking his lips.
    Oh God. Touch me. Please.
    “All you had to do is ask, Lacy.”
    Again, I must have spoken words instead of only thinking them. Or he’s telepathic…
    With both hands cupping my ass he latches his mouth to my clit and I’m gone. Hips flying up, legs shaking, toes curling gone. Thrown into a pit of burning flames gone. But it’s one, rough finger sliding through my folds to push deep inside me, rubbing against some magical freaking spot that has me screaming out his name in a voice I don’t recognize.
    I’m still riding out the tremors of my release as he moves up my body and cups my face in his hands, giving me the sweetest kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue and it is so hot that I want a repeat performance. I think he knows it too, probably by the way I slide my legs around his hips, crushing his hard as a steel girder arousal to the area his mouth and fingers just vacated.
    “You have no clue how sexy that was, love.”
    Sexy?
    Perhaps, but I wouldn’t know. The word isn’t one I’ve ever heard used on me.
    My arms are aching now from being held above my head for so long. Whimpering, I test the restraints. Too secure. Dex sees me though and without a word he unclips the soft leather, massaging my arms one at a time to help with the return of blood flow. Then he slides down my body to repeat the process with the straps around my ankles. When he’s finished, he collects me in his arms and holds me. I feel cherished. Precious. Special. Things that no one, besides my parents, has ever made me feel.
    A little while later, my stomach growls. Chuckling low in his gut, Dex rolls away to reach for his phone in his pocket. He makes a call, ordering two large pizzas from a chain we have back home, asking me what I want on one of them. Happy to hear food will be here soon,