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have to if I’m getting this off of you.”
    She giggled yet again
and wanted to smack herself; she was being an idiot but she couldn’t seem to
help it. “Okeydokey. But no cheating.”
    “I do not cheat ,”
he said primly. He handed her a handful of silky layers of cloth, so she could
hold them up while he ran his hand along her hip. He reached around to find the
clasp and then turned the skirt so that the back was now at the side. Once he
saw how it closed, he managed to get it unlatched and it promptly fell to the
floor, but still kept its shape. They both laughed as he held her hands so she
could step out of it.
    “Damn,” he muttered.
“Who comes up with these things?”
    “Not me!” She glanced
at it. “I’m a girl, but I’m not that girly!”
    “You look pretty girly
to me,” he said, pulling her close to him.
    “I feel pretty girly
right now,” she admitted, letting him find her mouth again. This time, he
kissed her deeply, his mouth possessing hers as their bodies pressed close
together. She unzipped his pants and let them fall to the ground. He stepped
out of them as she unbuttoned his shirt.
    “You have the broadest
chest I’ve ever seen,” she said appreciatively.
    “Do I get to see your chest?” he asked hopefully.
    “Not tonight,” she
murmured. “If there’s a next time, yes.”
    “So the girls are
damaged?” He ran a hand across her chest, though it was still covered by the
dress and he couldn’t feel much under the thick fabric.
    “Nope.” She gave him a
smirk. “But a girl has to save something for the imagination. Especially since
I’m putting out on the first date.”
    He grinned, loving how
she went from shy and embarrassed to cute and playful; somewhere inside was the
girl she’d been before the accident and for just a little while, he hoped he
would be able to draw her out. “Tell me what you want,” he said after a moment.
    “I don’t know,” she
hesitated. “I just want to feel you. And touch you. And have you touch me.”
    “Yeah?” He reached for
the foil packet he’d left on the nightstand and handed it to her before sliding
off his boxers. “Since I don’t get the pleasure of undressing you, you can take
care of business.”
    She took it from him
and gently ripped it with her teeth, her gaze never leaving his. He was
glorious to look at naked. Lean hips, broad shoulders and you could bounce a
quarter off his six-pack abs. His thighs were like nothing she’d ever seen,
thick and muscular, the kind only someone who’d been ice skating all his life
could have. She seriously wanted to lick him from head to toe. However, right
now, she just wanted him inside of her.
    “Kiss me again.
Please,” she whispered as she rolled the condom down his lengthy shaft.
    He did as she asked,
using his tongue to duel with hers until her knees were weak and whimpers of
pleasure escaped her. They fell onto the bed together and his hand managed to
slip beneath the many layers of dress until he found the tiny thong Kate had
convinced her to wear. He pulled it down with one swift motion and let his
fingers glide slowly between her legs. The evidence of her arousal wet them and
he used it to caress her delicate folds until she sighed with desire. She
moaned when he slid one long finger inside of her.
    “Ooh,” her voice
cracked when he began to stroke her, moving in and out repeatedly.
    “You’re so wet,” he whispered
against her, his other hand wrapped around her tightly.
    “I need you,” she
whispered back.
    “Take me.” He rolled
onto his back and helped her straddle him. He pulled up her dress so that she
could position herself above him. Then she slowly inched her way down, gasping
slightly at the invasion, until he was sheathed deep inside of her. She was so
tight and wet he groaned with need. Clenching his fists to keep from flipping
her over and driving into her like he wanted to, he gripped her hips instead.
She leaned down and kissed him, softly, slowly,