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open slowly, wondering if Sara had fallen asleep in the warm water. He would have a hard time getting her out of the tub without waking her if that was the case.

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    Sara stood on the mat, clutching a fluffy towel to her chest. “You could knock,” she said crisply.
    “I didn’t want to wake you if you had dozed off.”
    His consideration took the fire out of her complaint. “I was falling asleep. That’s why I got out,” she admitted. “I didn’t want to drown myself by accident.”
    Dash smiled. He stepped forward and took the towel from her, ignoring her gasp and her protesting hands, and proceeded to dry her skin as tenderly as a mother with her baby. Sara was relaxed and sleepy from the heat of the water, and she subsided and let him do it. She was starved for this man’s touch.
    He seemed absorbed in his task, running the soft terrycloth over her, causing the delicate scent of peaches that clung to her skin to rise in the air. He kissed her shoulder as he wrapped the towel around her and secured it. It was large, sized for his big body, and he had to pull it around her twice. He nuzzled her neck, her ear, her cheek. He buried his nose in her damp hair.
    At first Sara stood docilely and accepted his attention. But soon, his gentleness wasn’t enough. Her body was beginning to wake to his caresses, humming with want. She pushed her fingers into his thick black hair, trying to steer his roving mouth toward her lips. She needed his kiss, needed the burning pleasure of his taste.
    “Please,” she whispered. “Dash, please.” Her breath was coming faster, but she still couldn’t coax him to give her that flaming passion she had experienced with him earlier. She had sensed it in him from the beginning. The fire in him called to something in her, something free and wild that only he could touch, and she wanted it again.
    “Please what, Sara? What do you need?” His voice was low, muffled. His words indistinct.
    “Please.” She could hardly speak through her gathering desperation. She could feel her body dampening, clenching. “Please, kiss me.”
    “I am kissing you.” His mouth was against her breast. “I’m kissing you all over.”
    Sara’s body flushed wildly at his words, and he caught her against him as her knees buckled. His delighted laughter rumbled in his chest and the deep sound of it only pushed her higher. He moved with her in his arms, pressing kisses into his skin wherever she could reach.
    When he lowered her to the bed and tugged her towel off, she kept her hold on his hair, pulling him down on top of her. Her sigh of pleasure at the feel of his weight on her almost finished him right there.
    “Damn, Sara, I’m trying to go slow here.” Dash pulled away slightly, whipped his shirt off over his head and flung it away. His hands and lips returned to her body immediately, stroking over her pale, gleaming skin, suspending her in a world of sensation, making her dance sensually against his black satin sheets.

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    He could feel every beat of his heart in the throbbing of his hard cock. Sara was so open to pleasure she was driving his arousal higher and higher. Everything he thought he knew about himself, every limit he had, was destroyed by her natural sensuality. There was no limit to how high sweet Sara could take him. He didn’t think she was even aware she was still whispering the word please with every breath, begging for his mouth, his hands, his cock. And he was happy to share his body for her pleasure.
    She moaned into his mouth when he finally kissed her, and the soft sound reverberated in his head. He freed his aching cock, pushing one big finger inside her to test her readiness to receive him. She was very wet. Her softness rippled around him, clutching and tugging at his probing finger, and thoroughly destroying his good intentions.
    He had just enough restraint to enter her slowly, pushing the wide head of his penis steadily further and controlling her wild