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Seeking the tip of her pleasure center, he nipped, just enough to give her a start. A jolt went straight up her spine.
    Arms shooting up to clench the headboard, Callie arched her back. “Holy hell!”
    He grinned up at her. “You like?”
    Barely able to breathe, she puffed out her answer. “Fantastic.”
    “You knew it would be.” Disappearing again, his tongue moved up and down her swollen labia, teasing with endless flicks delivering ideal sensations in just the right places.
    Callie groaned, lost in the wonder of exquisite oral sex. His mouth was on her, working her most responsive center. All she had to do was feel, and enjoy. She wriggled her hips, pressing into his mouth, urging him to explore her deeper.
    So much for my self-control.
    Iollan Drake was a suspected murderer, a man with a hidden past and a life even more so. Having sex with him hadn’t exactly been part of her plan. It just happened. And now that she’d crossed the line, there was no backing out.
    Not that she wanted to.
    Further thought took a kick to the curb when he circled the tip of her clit. Letting out a rush of air, Callie tightened her thighs against his head. Sensing she was ready for the free fall, he tongued her violently, stabbing deep.
    Pleasure caught hold, grabbing and lifting her into the abyss of rapture that was his mouth and lips. Her body was a hot coil of anticipation, and her final shred of control slipped away as the electrifying pleasure of climax went on and on, swamping her in a pool of indescribable bliss.
    Trembling uncontrollably, Callie felt her nerve endings hum. Stress, exhaustion, and tension drained away. An eternity passed. Finally her universe stopped spinning.
    As the sensation faded to bearable levels, she pursed dry lips. She felt good. Better than good. Fucking incredible.
    Iollan Drake definitely had the touch.
    “Oh, God. It’s never felt like that before.”
    He stretched over her, hands coming down on either side of her shoulders as he cloaked her body with his. Arms bracketing her shoulders, he eased her lower until their faces were just inches apart.
    Callie’s arms instinctively circled his body. Under her searching palms his back was sleek, muscular, ridged with the tension consuming him from inside. A shudder ripped through her as his hips sank between hers. They fit together perfectly. The press of his cock against the nest of her belly was as long and inflexible as an iron bar, and just as hot.
    “It’s not supposed to, love.” His accented voice was gentler than any physical caress. His hips rubbed against hers. “What other men have done to you and what I can do to you are two different things.”
    A foolish grin turned up the corners of her mouth. God, this man was incredible. Amazing. Too good to be true.
    “Keep doing it, then.” The overwhelming need to rip off his jeans had her sparking with frustration. She’d gotten a sample of his wares. Now she wanted the entire package. Skin tingling, her stomach felt as if a thousand butterflies had taken flight. Arousal ached for completion. She was hot, wet, and definitely ready.
    “Gladly.” Softly grinding his hips against hers, his mouth crushed hers. Steering with the same sizzling need that scorched her soul, he wanted her to share in the feast.
    She accepted his kiss greedily, inhaling his taste, mingled so deliciously with her own unique juices. The wanting, the needing, drove her wild—yet he was holding back, making her wait.
    Another second and Callie felt as if she’d spontaneously combust. “You’re still a little overdressed for this party,” she hinted.
    He held his body up from hers, creating a space between them. “Do something about it, then.”
    Eager hands went to work. Her shaking fingers found and opened the buttons. His cock jutted free, magnificent. To feel more skin against hers, she slid her hands into his jeans, pushing them down his hips and over his fine ass. He wore no underwear. As tight as those