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    “You planning on returning the favor?” She looped her arm around his neck, pulling him down slightly while she rubbed herself against him. A cat in heat. Whatever. It had been a long time.
    “I am,” he said. His hands cupped her breasts. Not so polite anymore, there was demand in his touch, and she bit her lip. She felt the edge of her tank top get pulled down by one of those long, elegant fingers until her breast was revealed.
    And then the other one.
    She reached for the hem of her shirt, to just be done with it, be done with every bit of cloth between them, but he stopped her.
    “Like that,” he breathed, again against her neck. “Look.”
    He grabbed her chin, not hard … but not lightly either, and turned her head until she saw them in the mirror.
    “Oh my God,” she breathed. The two of them together, they were gorgeous. Like incredibly hot. Her arm around his neck lifted her breasts like she was offering them and his wide, lovely body was curved and curled against her. His hair gleamed gold in the lamplight, hers the color of mink.
    “You are really the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He slipped the hand that wasn’t holding her chin down the front of her body, over those breasts, her stomach, and down between her legs, cupping her pussy in his palm, pushing her skirt between her legs.
    “You watching?” He kissed her neck, his fingers moving out of the way. His thumb brushed her lips and she sucked it into her mouth.
    His eyes, burning blue fire, met hers in the mirror and he groaned, pushing his erection against her, his legs flexing under the denim, and she reached with her other hand behind her ass to touch him through his jeans.
    Those manners he’d been talking about, that Southern boyhood that required him to make polite eye contact even while a woman was fondling herself in front of him, were swept aside by the dark hand of lust.
    He shifted them until they faced the mirror.
    “Lift your skirt,” he breathed.
    “You do it.” She squeezed his erection. “I’m busy.”
    His laughter was part growl, and instead of lifting the skirt he pulled it down, over her waist and hips, until she stood in front of him in a thin black cotton g-string and a tank top.
    And the boots.
    She tried to watch as long as she could, the way he soaked in the sight of her, how his hand looked between her legs, pushing aside that cotton and finding the heat and wet of her. The small muscles in his forearms flexing and shifting as his fingers found the hard stone of her clitoris and made friends. Slowly at first, with soft touches, light but growing heavier. Faster.
    Her eyelids fluttered shut and she groaned.
    Some switch got flipped in him and he pushed her backwards to the bed until she felt the mattress hit the back of her legs.
    “What—?” Without the fire of him behind her, she was cold.
    “I’m sorry.” He tossed her on the bed and she was suddenly very aware of how big he was, how if he chose to exert his strength she wouldn’t have a chance.
    “Sorry?” Panic rippled through her.
    But then he fell to his knees on the floor between her splayed legs. “I’ve got to taste you, Ryan.”
    He used his thumb to pull aside the cotton and she stared blindly at him, waiting for the damp heat of his mouth. And when it came, when it happened, there was nothing delicate, nothing careful—it was fierce and messy, his whole mouth devouring her, his hand spread wide over her tummy, holding her still as she nearly jackknifed off the bed—electrocuted by his tongue and lips. His fingers spearing inside of her.
    She came and she came. Rolling waves picking her up and tossing her around like a rag doll.
    His mouth gentled. He gave her a soft kiss, a slow lap, another. And she twitched under his attention. Shook as his breath ran hot over her fevered flesh. Finally, he sat back, his hands cupping her knees. His thumbs stroking the skin there, making her toes curl in her boots.
    After a moment she