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panties, he pushed them down her legs. She gave her clothes a little flick and stepped free. As he straightened, he resisted the urge to touch her pussy, its pink cleft already moist. She tilted her chin and met his gaze with hungry challenge.
    A muscle twitched in his jaw. “It hurts to look at you, Tara.”
    “I’m hurting, too…” she replied in a low voice. “My turn to undress you.” Her tone brooked no refusal.
    She took a step closer and slid her hands under his T-shirt, pushing it up and over his head. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, then hooked her fingers into his briefs and pushed both garments down his legs. He stepped out of the pile of clothing and let her look her fill, pleased to hear her little moan.
    Then her hands moved over him, exploring almost every inch, flooding his skin with tight heat.
    “You’re beautiful, Jay.”
    When she wrapped her fingers around his cock and swept her thumb over the head, his knees nearly gave.
    He grasped her wrist. “Later, baby, he’s all yours.”
    Her eyes flickered with anticipation as he led her to the bed and urged her onto it. Then he reached over to the nightstand and picked up a black silk scarf.
    Her lips parted in faint surprise. “Ah, the wicked stuff.”
    He stretched it out. “I want you to trust me.”
    She hesitated for a moment before complying. He pressed her hands together and looped the scarf around each wrist, then bound them together with a knot.
    “How is that? Not too tight, is it?” he asked, testing the resistance.
    “No, it’s fine.”
    When he lifted the second scarf, her eyes widened.
    “The blindfold will enhance the sensation,” he explained.
    Her tongue swept over her lips as she gazed up at him with a minxish smile. “Didn’t know you were such a bad boy…but I like it.”
    “You’ll love this, baby.”
    Once he’d secured the scarf, he arranged her against the large pillow he’d placed at the headboard. He took her bound hands and raised them above her head, tying the ends of the scarf to a slat in the headboard.
    He raked his gaze down her body, a quick look because he wanted to take his time with her and he was already rock hard. Those soft curves were made for him and he’d feast on every luscious inch of her. He noted the anxious rise and fall of her full breasts, the fan of her hair across the pillow, and her lush, parted lips.
    He stretched out next to her and lowered his mouth to her ear. “I’ve wanted you ever since I saw you, Tara.”
    He grazed the delicate shell of her ear with his teeth, hearing the catch in her breath. Then he slid his mouth to hers while curving his palm gently against her throat and, after a few caresses and nips, he took possession. He plundered the sweet warmth beyond her parted lips, crushing her gasps, stabbing with his tongue as deep as he could go. It was an act of possession and he was going to claim her in more ways than one tonight. She raised her chin, succumbing to the invasion with little flicks of her tongue.
    He dragged his mouth away before dipping to her throat to brush over the rapid pulse. The vanilla scent of her skin flared his arousal. When her neck arched, his teeth grazed over her delicate skin, drawing a long gasp from her lips.
    He continued over the slope of her breast. Filling his hands with her supple flesh, he claimed one taut nipple. He sucked until the tip extended to its full state of arousal. Tara’s mews of pleasure shot down to his cock. His tongue flicked across the puckered bud in a succession of quick strokes that had her writhing and tugging against her restraints. He shifted to the other breast and loved it with equal attention, but this time he bore down with his teeth, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to give her a sharp pinch of pleasure. Her cry punctured the silence of the room.
    He slid his hand down between her thighs and stroked her wet folds before circling over her clit with light caresses. Then he pressed