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breaking contact with his lips. “No kissing, please. I know the difference between rape and love making.”
    He brushed his lips across her cheek, nipping tenderly until he worked his way around to her mouth again, this time he paused and forced her lips apart with the tip of his tongue. He groaned deep in his throat when she gave no resistance. His tongue slipped between her lips and he tasted the sweet inside of her mouth. His emotions soared. He deepened the kiss, feeling her body react in kind. She pressed her hands forward against his palms, searching for release. He considered her plea for a moment, then decided against becoming too confident in his effect on her.
    She squirmed beneath his body, slowly moving her hips and rubbing her crotch against his hard cock. She moaned at his tending of her mouth.
    He grew complacent, slowly releasing her hands and running his palms down the length of her pinned arms. His mouth continued the barrage of fevered kisses, working his way across her chin to her throat and lower onto her exposed breasts. He lowered his hands and grasped the hem of her sweater. A quick flick and it left her chest bare.
    She sucked in a quick breath and tried to cover herself with one hand.
    Jarharis chuckled beneath his breath and dipped his head to suckle a ripe breast. He pulled her taut nipple between his lips, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Moonlight spilled across her naked flesh, bringing a delectable glow to her heaving mounds. Supple flesh delighted his eyes and encouraged his mouth to taste.
    He suckled her breasts and lapped hungrily at her flesh as she tangled her hands in his long hair and held his hot mouth against her naked skin. She raised her legs and clutched his waist, hunching her hips toward his crotch.
    He could stand it no longer. He moaned his need and stripped his pants off his hips, setting his engorged cock free. One quick yank on the waistband of her tight jeans and their seams gave way. He tossed the torn garment aside, listening as it landed on the floor beside the bed.
    Naked, except for her boots, Jarharis remembered the dagger that might be a threat to him. He reached one arm down, sliding his hand along her thigh and onto the calf of her leg to relieve her of the boot, when she suddenly lurched upward. He jerked around, spying her face very near his. She was smiling a wide grin, her eyes vivid in the faint light of the room. His hand tightened on her boot, keeping her from raising her leg further. They stared at each other through the pale moonlight streaming in through the bedroom window.
    “Give it up.”
    “Why do you fear my knife?”
    “Perhaps it is not the knife I fear, but the woman who plans to use it against me.”
    She relaxed against the bed suddenly, surprising him again. He pulled the boot from her foot and threw it across the room. The silver dagger flew out of the cuff and landed against the wall, clanging loudly. Without further conversation, he rid her of her other boot, tossing it across the room as well.
    Completely naked, she lay beneath his body, her eyes watching him as though she couldn’t believe what was happening between them.
    He splayed his fingers and caressed her breast, lifting the heavy mound in his palm. He dipped his head and licked her nipple. Watching her face as he wet her skin, he felt her compliance with his desire to touch her. “Have you known a man before?”
    A short laugh leapt from her mouth. “Does the sun come up in the morning?”
    He sighed, slightly annoyed with her reaction to his inquiry. He skimmed his hand across her waist and onto her abdomen. “I assume you have known at least one man then.”
    “Assume anything you want.”
    He lowered his hand, sliding it between her legs. Splaying his fingers, he reveled in the feel of her bushy crotch. Her body was hot against his palm. His lust rose as anticipation grew inside him. He inched his fingers lower, separating her hair-roughened pussy lips and