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closer, gazing up at him with need in her doelike eyes. She rested her hand on his chest, the feel of her soft fingers on his naked flesh causing an ache in his groin.
    “I thought maybe you could help me warm up.”
    He almost groaned out loud.
    Rebecca was a little embarrassed and uncertain, but the heat flaring in his blue eyes encouraged her. She stroked his chest, loving the feel of his hard muscles beneath her fingertips.
    He rested his big hand against her cheek, then his fingers glided through her hair, cupping her head as he drew her closer. His lips found hers, brushing lightly at first, sending sparks of awareness rushing through her.
    As he deepened the kiss, her knees grew weak. His tongue glided inside and she welcomed it with a stroke of her own.
    His body so close … his lips moving on hers … affected her more profoundly than she had anticipated. It was like he was a part of her that had gone missing long ago, and her heart and soul shimmered in delight at the completion she now felt.
    He drew back, and she could see a depth of emotion in his eyes that matched her own. His fingers moved to the pajama top, his gaze remaining locked on hers as he released each button.
    The top fell open, and she quivered as his hand glided underneath, then slid around her waist. He drew her close.
    The shock of his hot, hard chest against the cool skin of her breasts was so welcome … so intensely exciting. Her cold, hard nipples spiked into him.
    He smiled, and she felt a bulge against her belly.
    Her eyes widened. A
huge
bulge. And it was growing.
    She ran her hand down his chest, but before she could reach his abs, he rested his hand over hers and drew it to his mouth. When he pressed her palm against his lips, her whole body quivered.
    “I’ve got to warn you. I’m big,” he said.
    She grinned and stroked her hands over his shoulders. “You know, you don’t have to sell yourself. I’m already on board.”
    “No, I mean, I’m big enough you might have problems.”
    She quirked her eyebrow. “Are you saying you’re more man than I can handle?”
    He laughed, cupping her chin and tipping up her face. “I’m sure you can handle anything you put your mind to. This is my flaw, not yours.”
    She ran her hand down his chest again, gliding over his hard nipple, then down his rock-solid abs.
    “Most people wouldn’t consider a big package a ‘flaw.’”
    He took her hand and rested it on the tip of his cock, still under the silk of his pajamas, then glided her fingers down the column. The impossibly thick, hard column. And
long
.
    Then he stepped back and pushed his thumbs under the pajama bottoms. When he pushed them down his hips and let his cock drop forward, her gaze fell to the subject of their discussion. She sucked in a breath at the sheer size of him.
    “My God, that thing belongs on a horse.”
    She’d had no idea a man could be that big. The head was the size of a plum—a really
large
plum. The shaft was as big around as her forearm. Maybe bigger.
    “If it’s too intimidating, I understand.”
    His words soothed the roiling of her stomach at the sight of that monster.
    He was right. It was intimidating. But it also represented a challenge. And her insides quivered at the thought of welcoming that monster into her slick passage.
    What would it be like to feel it push inside her? To stretch her wide and, when she was ready, to thrust in deep? Deeper than any man had ever been before.
    He’d pulled his pajamas up again, tucking his erection inside the fabric as best he could, and stepped forward. He stroked her cheek.
    “There are other things we can do to please each other,” he said.
    Then his lips met hers. They moved with a gentle passion that set her blood boiling. Her arms curled around his neck and she moved closer, gliding her tongue into his mouth. Seeking his heat. His tongue curled around hers, and they undulated together. His hand glided down her back, drawing her closer.
    Then she felt