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her. He watched her lips, the swipe of her pink tongue and
gave in to his desires. Thoughts of coward stole through his mind, but he
ignored them. So what if he took advantage of her closed eyes to
press his luck? If she acted repulsed in the least, he would back
up without a second thought. But, oh thank you God, Tanya leaned
forward, molding her mouth against his.
    Her lips pressed to his, her breath
mingling with his. It sent all traces of doubt, all apprehension
skittering away. He wanted to lose himself in that kiss. Drown in
her embrace.
    He parted her mouth gently, teasing
his tongue over her softness, pushing gently inside. He would
devour her with his need if he could. Only the knowledge that he'd
sworn to himself he wouldn’t rush her forced him to keep his hands
at his sides, to not press himself harder against her. Yesterday
they’d gone farther than either intended. Every new day with her
brought unexpected erotic surprises, but he wanted so much more
from her. Not just an orgasm. Not even mind-blowing sex. At the end
of it all, he wanted Tanya.
    He didn’t know how she felt about
dating men outside her race and he'd been too timid to ask. He
assumed—more like hoped—it wouldn’t be an issue for her. The soft
little moan that vibrated into his mouth gave him a little hope
that maybe it wasn’t. And that was so very, very good.
    She drew back a little and his heart
sank. He opened his eyes to find hers less than an inch away. In
them, he found a smile waiting. Her full lips echoed her amusement.
“Taste, huh?”
    It took his mind almost a full minute
to return to the land of reality and realize he was supposed to be
engaged in a conversation and not just savoring the taste of his
artist. “Uh,” he cleared his throat, “yeah. You describe food well,
but that’s not what you paint, is it?”
    Her gaze dropped to his lips. “No, it
isn’t,” she murmured and brought her mouth to his.
    She kissed his bottom lip first. Then
the top. Her mouth traveled to each corner of his, pressing a
whisper of a kiss on each side. She touched her lips to his nose,
to each eyelid. Tanya learned his face, explored him through
velvety contact. She traced the frame of his hairline, nibbled on
each earlobe. She tasted...oh how she tasted him.
    As much as he enjoyed her attention,
he forced himself to find some semblance of control. He brought his
hands to her arms and tugged until she stopped honoring him with
her precious caresses. “You’re supposed to be telling me what you
taste.”
    Her moist mouth lifted at both
corners. As always, his spirit soared at the sight. She elevated
herself on her knees, facing him. “I forgot,” she said with a
shrug. “I’d better start over.”
    Tanya kissed him again, a long,
passionate sweep that used her tongue, her teeth. He had the vague
sense she indeed tasted him, memorized how he felt against her. By
the time she stopped, the tight confines of his jeans strangled his
growing erection.
    “ I taste apples,” she said
matter of factly.
    She brought her hand to his face, used
a thumb to wipe his lip. He dropped a quick peck onto it. “What
else?”
    Her head tilted as she pondered it.
“Mmm...maybe a trace of bananas.”
    “ You tasted more than my
mouth. What else?”
    She rose higher, touched her tongue
against his hairline before dropping again. A twinkle sparked in
her eyes. “Soap, there.” A shiver stole down his back when her
fingers stroked his jaw, his ears. She added, “And something more
than soap here. Probably aftershave or shaving cream you failed to
wipe away.”
    He canted his head when she touched
the pulse in his neck. His eyelids fluttered close, the glide of
her touch heating him through despite her cool palm pressing there.
She used both hands to trace the outline of his Adam’s apple, his
throat tightening against the impulse to snatch her hands away,
roll her beneath him and make her come, screaming his name, by any
means possible. Instead he