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fingers curling into fists as they lay at her head.
    “And I need you to touch me,” he admitted, fighting to clear the haze of lust from his mind. “Just not yet.”
    He moved back, his eyes going over the sight of her. The fragile lace of her bra that did nothing to hide her tight nipples. Her flat, tanned abdomen and the delicate white silk of her thong, the material damp enough to outline the soft curves of her pussy.
    He breathed out. A rough exhalation at the knowledge that beneath the fragile silk lay bare flesh. Her sweet juices had dampened the fabric just enough to see that no feminine curls marred the luscious curves.
    “Do you shave?” He jerked his boots off, unable to look away from the damp silk.
    “No. Wax.” She sounded uncomfortable.
    He looked up, flashing her a grin of approval as the last boot dropped to the floor. He jerked his shirt over his head, not bothering with buttons, then tore at his belt before jerking the snaps of his jeans apart. His dick was killing him. He was harder, hotter than he could ever remember being in his life.
    “I’m going to eat that pretty pussy,” he whispered as he shed jeans and underwear in one economical move. “I’m going to spread your legs and gorge myself on you. I bet that honeysuckle taste is there too. I like honeysuckle, Harmony. I like it real well.”
    He wrapped his fingers around his erection, his eyes returning to hers, a tight smile curving his lips at the erotic flush covering her face, her neck. Her lips were parted, shiny from the dampness of her tongue. Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated and filled with shocked hunger.
    He should be shocked himself. He had never been this damned hot, this hard for a woman in his life. He reached over to the nightstand, jerking a condom from the drawer and quickly tearing apart the wrapper. If he didn’t do it now, he wouldn’t have enough mind to do it later.
    He extended his hand to her then, the latex circle gripped lightly between his fingers.
    He couldn’t make himself say the words. If he spoke, he was going to scare the hell out of her and himself with the animalistic growl in his throat.
    She looked at the condom.
    “I’m protected. And I’m clean,” she said.
    His cock jerked at the soft sound of her voice, the knowledge that he could sink into her, bare, feel her touching him, wrapping around him.
    He shook his head. “No one can be sure, baby. Come on. Touch me now.”
    Amusement flickered in her gaze, some hidden knowledge he hoped he could remember to delve into further. Then she was rising, sitting before him, her face level with the straining length of his cock.
    She took the condom from his fingers, but as his hand dropped to her shoulder, that wasn’t what she covered the head of his erection with. Her tongue, blistering with heat, like rough velvet, swiped over the bulging crest.
    “Harmony…” His hand moved to her hair. “Baby. This might not be a good idea.” His self-control was strained to the limit.
    “Hmm.” She hummed around the sensitive flesh as her lips opened, her mouth sinking over him, drawing a strangled groan from his throat as his fingers tightened in her hair.
    Her tongue was a lash of pleasure so erotic, so hungry, he was straining to hold back, to keep from losing control and his semen between those snug, pouty lips.
    But he couldn’t keep from moving against her, from watching his hard flesh slide from her lips before pushing back, sinking inside her until he knew he could go no farther. And still she stared up at him, her eyes wild with lust, her body shuddering from it. Tremors shook her fingers as they moved over the shaft of his cock, the other hand cupping his tight balls, her fingers combing through the hair that grew there.
    And all he could do was watch. Watch and thrust inside her mouth, slow and easy, his teeth clenched tight as he fought to hold back the release sizzling at the base of his spine.
    “Enough.” He pulled back, his fingers