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nether lips. Her legs quivered at his touch. Her hands found their way into his hair. Clutching his strands in her fist, Kenyatta moaned.
    “Oh, Doran.” Encouraging him with words, Kenyatta clutched hard, yanked his face forward. “Take me in your mouth!”
    Smiling at her sudden assertiveness, Doran parted her folds and kissed her nubbin. Teasing it with his tongue, her wetness soon covered his mouth. Sighing at her sweetness, he pulled her pelvis forward. His appetite renewed, her honey tasted the way he knew it would. Delicious. Sensual. Sexy. He licked her heat, making her writhe. His cock ached; he was so hard for her. Damn, he’d been ready for a woman like Kenyatta forever. Pulling a breath, he smiled at that thought.
    Hooking his hands around her thighs, he leaned in gain to taste her love. He sucked her nether lips gently. Kenyatta thrust harder against his face when his mouth found her clit. She shrieked again. Nothing could sound better than Kenyatta being pleasured by him! Her sexy little triangle begged for him to make it sing in lust and that’s what he meant to do. He’d delay indulging his own need for hers .
    All he dreamed of lay sprawled before him—her sex open wide for him, an offering, an invitation to join with her.
    And he partook.
    He ran his tongue over the hard edge of her cleft again and again, tasting her, teasing her and flicking her hot button. He enjoyed her moaning and groaning, pleasing and begging for more. She pressed herself against his face, her legs locked around his neck. Breathing in sips, Doran loved it. Sucking her clit faster, he put three fingers inside.
    “Come on, lass,” he encouraged.
    He wanted her to climax, for her to flood his mouth with her delicious juices. He wanted her to come because of him . Before long, Kenyatta’s labor breathing accelerated. Her thighs rose, muscles tensing in anticipation of her approaching summit.
    And orgasm she did, shouting as desire rushed through her. Doran looked up at her. Kenyatta’s face had been warmed by the rush of pleasure, and her bottom lip had been caught between her teeth as she rode it out. She looked so delectable. Tousled hair and the rush of sex had made her sexier, scorching hot. A sensual sinful vision, Kenyatta smiled.
    Doran wanted her so badly; he had to concentrate on not ripping off his clothes and taking her. “That’s my baby.” He kissed her thigh. “Yes, taste so damn good.”
    Kiss. Kiss. Nip. Suck. He couldn’t stop tormenting her clit.
    “Doran!” Kenyatta’s entire lower torso shot off the bed, propelled by muscles that appeared to contort independently. They quivered from the orgasm. Her eyes opened wide as she gasped.
    He smiled as he got to his feet. In the glow of the room’s Carolina lamp, he removed his shirt, and stepped out of his shoes. In this room too, tile had been laid. There didn’t appear to be carpet any place in Mr. Silver’s mansion, but then he hadn’t been in each and every room. He grinned as he thought about making love to her in each room. Silver would probably kill him, but it would be worth it.
    “Oh, well, darn it!” Kenyatta whispered a breath before her incredibly gentle hands wrapped around his throbbing and still rigid cock. It brought him back to her.
    Swallowing a groan, he positioned himself at the apex of her opening. “Tell me. Is this what you want?”
    Putting his hands around hers—still holding his cock—he met her gaze. She closed her eyes in thought. With carefulness, she removed her hands from him. He clenched his teeth. His balls ached for release.
    He gripped the head of his cock and ran it across her wetness. Shuddering himself, he had to hold back a few minutes more. Absolutely and without a doubt, he loved Kenyatta, but she’d been very reluctant. He knew she liked him, and their chemistry could set off fire alarms in a ten-block radius. But he would not proceed without her expressed consent.
    With the helmet of his cock jutting