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knew that he was going find it very hard to get to sleep himself when he hit his own cold, lonely bed.
     
    Once he’d helped her back up, Sean took her into his arms and held her tight.  “There’s no need to rush into anything.  I rather like the anticipation myself.”  He kissed her slowly, deeply, but with unabashed desire, then pulled a bit back to say, “You understand, of course, that you’re not allowed to do anything about how much you ache, right, Tessa?”
     
    What?  He was out of his mind if he thought she was going to forego the orgasm she had been promising herself since they’d met!   “But -”
     
    “No touching yourself.”  Sean tapped the end of his index finger against the tip of her nose.  “Am I making myself perfectly clear?”
     
    All Tessa could do in response was groan – loudly.  He reached under her skirt and cupped the place that was driving her crazy.  Not trying to finger her, not doing anything more than holding the heart of her possessively in the palm of his hand.  “Say, ‘Yes, Sir’.”
     
    She didn’t want to say, “Yes, Sir,” like a good girl.  Tess wanted to stick her tongue out at him instead, but she couldn’t think with his hand where it was.  No cogent thought entered her mind, so she surrendered – much too easily, she would realize, when she played the scene back in her mind later.  She did as she was told.
     
    “Yes, Sir.”
     
    Sean nodded approvingly, withdrawing his hand and triggering another long, low groan of complaint from her.  “Good girl.  Now I’m going to go before I get in over my head.  But I want to see you again tomorrow night.” He paused. “Remember,” he said, giving her a very stern look, “what you’ve been told not to do.”
     
    Still floating on a cloud of hazy, hot lust, Tessa couldn’t even begin to think clearly before she agreed eagerly.  Anything to have him near her soon, with his authoritative voice and words, and his teasing fingers.
     
    Of course, his restriction only made it just that much harder to crawl into bed and not do what she had been prohibited from doing.  Previously, she hadn’t been able to get herself to do it, and now – since he’d said she couldn’t – it was all she wanted.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    “Did you touch yourself last night after I left?”  It was the first thing he said to her once they were sequestered in the cab of his pickup the next night.  Tessa had gotten close to pouting because he was being a stubborn pain in the ass, and he wanted to draw her out, knowing that that was the kind of outrageous question that would do all the work for him.
     
    She had invited him in while she balanced out the cash drawer and did all the nighttime chores involved in shutting her place down.  He declined, chiding her that she shouldn’t be allowing any strange man into her store after hours, even him, since she didn’t know him that well.  Tessa had barely managed to keep herself from rolling her eyes at him, but did as he asked, locking him out of the store and herself in so she could return to her duties and get them done efficiently.
     
    Sean leaned up against the brick wall to wait; it was the first time in a very long while that he craved a cigarette.  He’d picked up that awful habit when he was in high school, but had kicked it in his early twenties.  Waiting for her like this, however, his body already halfway to satisfaction just at the sight of her, had him wishing for something to do with his hands.
     
    Besides, what he wanted to do - which, considering that they were only on their second date, as well as their second day of knowing each other - was much too intimate to be contemplated.  Getting to know her much better – and much, much more intimately – was just about the only thing he had been able to think about since he’d heard her give her order to Helen in the coffee shop.
     
    He didn’t look up until she came out, regarding her