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of the hanger and settled the crisp white blouse over the top.
    With every sinew he possessed yearning to leap off the bed and grab her, Michael forced himself to lie back and enjoy the view. There was a lot to enjoy. Smooth, fair skin, curves he ached to run his tongue over and cup in his hands, only separated from him by the length of the room and her underwear. A white satin bra and matching panties. He doubted they would be as smooth as the small amount of skin they covered, but he’d enjoy taking them off.
    She came back to him and his whole body sighed in relief, as though afraid she might have carried on, walking out the door. Her smile said otherwise.
    “Oh baby,” he managed, before dragging her back into his arms, where, for now at least, she surely belonged.
    Before he could kiss her, she put two fingers across her lips. He reached up and took them into his mouth, caressing them with his tongue. “Have you got any protection?”
    His mind raced. Yes, he had, thank God. He made a sound of assent, but didn’t answer because his mouth was full. Even her fingers tasted good. He ran his tongue over her smoothly buffed nails and released them reluctantly. He could eat her up.
    Perhaps he would. He lifted up on one elbow. “In my pocket. Not that I usually—well, maybe I do, but I wouldn’t want you to think—”
    She laughed again, a small huff of breath touching his face. “I know. I carry them, too. These days you can never tell. It’s okay, I’m just glad we’re both careful.”
    “Yeah.” For the first time, Michael wished he was a shape-shifter like Gareth. Their possession of two forms, human and mythological beast, meant they were immune to most diseases. Or rather, they caught them, but a couple of shape-shifts cured them. He pressed a soft kiss to her throat and felt her pushing at his shirt, which she’d unbuttoned earlier. He shrugged it off, careless of where it fell. Her hands went to his pants, and he closed his eyes briefly when her fingers brushed across his erection. She unbuttoned and unzipped, and unable to wait any longer for her, he shoved them down his legs, taking his underwear and socks off at the same time.
    Her gasp told him she was pleased with the view. So was he, but he wasn’t looking at himself.
    “I’ve wanted you since we met,” he confessed, joining her on the bed again, only just remembering to rescue the three foil packets before he dumped his pants over the side of the bed. He slapped them on the nightstand without looking. The view in front of him was much better.
    “I’ve wanted you for a while. But I was stupid. I nearly let you go.”
    “You were with someone else.”
    “Not really, not for the last six months or so. He lost interest. I kept going because I was lazy, I guess.”
    He frowned. “Lazy?”
    “Or scared.” She shrugged, a delicious movement, which brought her breasts into motion. “Don’t ask. Not now.”
    “No, not now.” He drew her closer and touched his lips to hers in greeting. “Hello.”
    “Hello.”
    The movement of her lips against his was agonizing. He wanted her to carry on talking, teasing, but he wanted to make love to her, possess her completely. Both. Everything. He wanted all of her.
    Sliding his arms around her, he found the clasp of her bra. It slipped open as though it had been waiting for him, only him, to undo it.
    He pushed it down her arms and off, watching her flesh become exposed. Pink. Her nipples were pink. Not dusky rose or pale chocolate, but a rich, inviting strawberry pink. His favorite.
    Unable to stop himself, he bent and took her into his mouth. Luscious, the softest skin, the most delicious mouthful he’d ever had in his life. Rolling the nipple over his tongue, feeling it harden even more for him, gave him a sense of power he knew was transitory, but no less delectable for that.
    Sliding his hand down over her waist, the delightful curve between breast and hip, the sharp line of her panties offended