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ripped down the middle and lying on the wood floor, she wore only a thin pair of silk panties. His moment of surprise over the daisy yel ow fabric—he had assumed they'd be black or blood red to go along with the oversexed image she put out, rather than a sweet patch of innocence—barely had time to catch hold in his brain.
    Because the only thing he could see, now, was the darkly damp spot just where her panties covered her labia.
    His instinct to touch her there was so strong that before he could assess the action, weigh it, before he could decide if it should be his next move or not in this crazy, erotic game he and Janica were playing, he was running the pad of his thumb gently over her covered mound.
    Her heat seared him as she moaned and pressed her hips into his hand.
    “Yes. Please. Luke,” she begged. “Right there.”
    Barely able to hear her over the blood roaring loudly in his ears, he hooked his thumbs into the side straps of her underwear and pul ed them down just a little bit. Leaving her panties covering her labia—Jesus, he'd never teased himself with a naked woman like this, never wanted to reveal her as if she were his very last Christmas present ever so he had to make it last and last—he slid one hand around to cup her ass, while the other began its descent down into the top of the damp yel ow fabric.
    His four fingers covered her neatly trimmed, soft pubic hair, damp from her arousal and the intense heat of her body. As slowly as he could, wanting to savor every single moment, he slid his hand lower, until his fingers were barely covering her clit.
    He heard the breath leave her body in a soft gasp, felt her hands come to the tops of his shoulders to hold herself steady.
    He held his hand there, just over the top of her swol en nub and it was as if her heart had stopped beating in her chest and was now only beating between her legs. One after the other he felt the hard thud of her heartbeat through her clitoris on his fingertips. The slick arousal seeping against the tips of his fingers gave proof to the intensity of her desire. Sweet lord, he never wanted to forget this moment when he'd touched her for the first time. For so many years he'd pushed this urge away, had tried to deny how much he wanted her. But so many nights, she'd been there in his dreams.
    Just like this, only imagination instead of flesh and blood woman.
    He lifted his gaze to her face and what he saw in her face rocked him to the core. Her eyes were closed and she was flushed with pleasure. He'd never seen anything as beautiful as Janica looked right then. But more than anything else, he was struck by how right she looked standing there, nearly naked. In his arms.
    Panic slithered beneath his skin. What was he doing, feeling so much? He'd come to bash down his demons for one night, to lose himself in her body. Not to fal inShit. No. He had to get back on track. Had to keep his focus on her body. On his throbbing cock.
    Not on either of their hearts.
    He began to move his hand again, one slow
    centimeter at a time, further down her labia. She was soaking wet and so obviously sensitive to his touch that although she wasn't speaking any distinct words, he could hear her giving soft voice to her pleasure above him, one continuous low moan of ecstasy. Suddenly, an image flashed into his head. It was so clear, so powerful, and so certain to keep him focused on sex and only sex, that even as the thought came that it wasn't fair for him to use her like this, that she hadn't ever asked him to come into her home and use her as his sexual plaything, he was yanking her panties down to her knees, and shoving her thighs open as wide as they would go with her legs stil bound by the thin yel ow fabric.
    A heartbeat later, he had his mouth on her clit and two fingers inside her slick canal.
    His cock throbbed hard once, then twice, and he thought he just might come right then and there. He'd never loved the taste of a woman more. She tasted like