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him.  Not now anyway.  It was only about sweet Leah.  He pressed against her, urging her to lie back, and she did, her head resting on his pillow.  He lay beside her, feeling more sure now but even now wanting to take his time.  One of his arms held him up as he brought his lips back to hers, but the other rested on her belly, right about where he imagined her navel to be, and after another deep kiss, he slid his hand underneath her shirt.  Still no resistance, and so, over the course of the next few seconds, he took his time gliding his hand up to the bottom of her bra.  It remained on, but it was loose now.  He felt his pulse increase, because he was further than he’d ever been before, and he was pretty sure she was going to let him.
    Another deep kiss and he moved his hand under her bra.  Not only did she let him, but he could feel the tight nipple against his hand.  He was touching her with his picking hand, not his fretting hand, so he could appreciate the sensation of her smooth, soft skin.  His fretting fingers would have been worthless—calloused and lacking some of the sensation his picking fingers had.  He was gentle, taking his time touching her—not squeezing or pinching.  Instead, he swirled a finger around the nipple, and she shifted underneath him.  He paused a moment, trying to read the cue.  No, she wasn’t asking him to stop.  He figured it out as her fingers tightened their grip in his hair.
    Uncertainty gone, he brushed his fingers down the slope of her breast so he could pull her shirt up.  He stopped kissing her and looked down on her.  Her eyes were closed , but she looked so beautiful.  He started pulling her shirt up to her chin and then she opened those lovely brown orbs.  Her pupils were wide, and she looked more desirable than he’d ever seen her.  “Take yours off too?”
    Goddamn.  No wonder his fucking cock was swollen beyond belief.  Apparently it knew more than he did.
    No.  He wasn’t going to.  Not tonight.  He wouldn’t take her virginity.  She would have to ask him to, and they’d have to be prepared.
    He did want to make her feel incredible, though, and he wasn’t going to stop.  He nodded at her and pulled his t-shirt over his head first.  She placed her hands on his chest .  Wow.  That felt better than he’d thought.  He gritted his teeth together and hoped he didn’t look scary to her.  He was fighting some pretty powerful urges, so he plugged into the thought he’d had earlier—the one in which he realized what Leah meant to him.  With that thought foremost in his mind, he pulled her shirt up her body, and she sat up a little so he could get it over her head.  He looked in her eyes that had turned dark with desire, and he grabbed the front of her bra right between the two cups and pulled it away from her body.  She moved and bent her arms so that he could take it all the way off, and he set it on the bed behind where he was going to lie back down again.
    He had to be careful.  Seeing her halfway nude made him want to plunge into her, but he had to restrain himself.  So his lips met hers again, his motions intentionally soft and slow, and he took his time moving his hand to her breasts again.  Then he kissed her neck and moved to a nipple.  She gasped again but he could see her shift once more.  She wanted this, wanted him to make her feel alive, and he wasn’t going to let her down.
    He started kissing back up toward her face.  “God, you’re perfect,” he said as he cupped her breast with his hand.  Then he kissed her again, slow and hot, and decided to go for it.  He trailed his fingers down her abdomen, stopping when he got to the waistband of her jeans, and then he pushed the button through the buttonhole.   She thrust her fingers into his hair again and kissed him back hard.  Yeah, Brad tried not to smile, but it felt so good knowing she wanted him.  He still didn’t want to rush.  He wanted to make sure that she