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seem to stop herself, and his looks were bringing more heat to her soul than the touch of any of her past lovers. Her tank top slipped up past her breasts and over her head. She held the top in front of her, to hide from him.
    He shook his head, and she dropped it to the floor.
    “Hands at your sides, please.”
    She felt as though he were drinking her through a straw. His eyes landed on her breasts, and she waited for the disappointment. No one ever dated her for her boobs. Her breasts would barely fill his large palms. The chill in the room brought her nipples to stand erect, and she wanted to cover herself from his judgment.
    “Your pants.” He nodded.
    “If I say no?” she asked with worry in her voice.
    “Then we stop. But I don’t think you want to stop.” The dimple peeked out at her.
    She unbuttoned her capris and slid them over her rounded hips. She dropped them to her ankles and kicked them aside. Before he was able to command it, she hooked her thumbs into the strips of fabric of her thong and pulled it down as well.
    “Ah, that’s a good girl,” he whispered, and she felt a fluttering of sensuality at the sound of his pleasure.
    She fought the urge to cover herself and kept her head down, not trusting herself to look at his face.
    She heard the couch give way as he stood. Then she felt his hands on her shoulders. His warm touch slid down her arms and back up, erasing the goose pimples the chill had brought. She realized he was at least an entire head taller than her. He seemed huge to her in this capacity, yet she felt no fear. She felt…safe.
    “You don’t like your breasts.”
    She wasn’t sure how to take his mind reading skills, but she let it go from her mind as his hands cupped her breasts. She sucked in a breath as he began to knead them and run his thumb over her nipples.
    “I think they are beautiful.” He stepped back to lean down and took her right nipple into his mouth.
    The wetness of his tongue, the warmth of his mouth, and the light scraping of his teeth quickened her pulse. She opened her mouth to say something…to protest? But snapped it shut when she felt the pressure he applied on the opposite breast with his fingers. He pulled away and looked up at her.
    “Pleasure and pain,” he explained.
    She nodded, unable to find her tongue.
    He slid down to his knees before her and tapped her legs until she spread them apart for him. “Shaved.” He smiled with approval up at her.
    She was sure she would explode if he touched her.
    He dipped his middle finger between her lips and brought the moist finger to his mouth. She watched him as her breathing quickened.
    “You are extremely wet.” He placed the finger in his mouth with another grin. Then he stood quickly and grabbed her hand, leading her down a short hall to a bedroom.
    “Take off my shirt,” he ordered, standing before her.
    She licked her bottom lip and then worked his shirt over his chest and head, feeling the hardened muscles of his stomach as she did so.
    “Now my pants.”
    Three words that might not evoke a reaction in anyone else brought a quiver to her fingers. She could feel his eyes on her, seeping into her. It was more than arousal that drove her actions; it was a need that demanded to be met. His, as well as hers. The very idea of considering his needs tied to her own made her apprehensive. She’d decided long ago to look out for herself, and only herself. Mingling her own desires with another’s was risky.
    She took a deep breath and undid the button of his jeans. Knowing where everything would lead, she decided to grab his boxers and his jeans as she pulled them down, springing his dick free of the confinement.
    He grabbed her wrists and held them together as he kicked his clothing way. “I didn’t tell you to take off my boxers,” he chastised her.
    She looked up at him and swallowed, as he pulled her hands over her head so she was stretched upward. She didn’t fight him; fear didn’t play a part in