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he drew back with a pained grimace, she couldn’t say she enjoyed that.
    “This couch might be good for you, but I can’t exactly get comfortable,” he grumbled.
    Chelsea looked down the length of him and saw him bent at an awkward angle, trying to fit himself on it with her.
    “It’s your own fault for being so tall,” she teased. “Come on. I think my bed’s proven that it can accommodate you very well.”
    Without comment, he picked her up, wrapped her legs around his waist and headed toward her bedroom. “How about next time we go to my place? We’d have all kinds of furniture to have our wicked way with.”
    “Sure.” Not if she could help it. Going to his place would mean getting to know him better, which was one step closer to a real relationship. She’d just have to keep him distracted so the notion never entered his mind again.
    They burst into the room. Daniel gently dropped her onto the mattress and yanked off her bra and panties. He raked his gaze over her, leisurely taking in his fill. He then began quickly to divest himself of his clothing. With each item removed, the ache between her thighs throbbed a little more. Chelsea bit her bottom lip when his abs came into view. They were magnificent. She didn’t know when he found the time to work out but he had to be doing something to keep himself in such good shape. He looked as though he was carved from stone that had been shaped by a master artist. Every muscle begged her hands to touch, to feel.
    And she didn’t waste any time when he lowered himself over her, nestled himself between her thighs. She let her hands run up his arms, over his pecs and down his abdomen. When she got around to looking at his face again, Chelsea found that he watched her with an amused tilt to his lips. “What?”
    “You touch me as if you’ve never touched a man before.”
    In a way, it was true. She had never explored Richard’s body like this. Never wanted to run her hands over every part of him. Nibble, lick and taste him. Didn’t crave his lips against hers every time he spoke. With Daniel, it was a struggle not to strip him naked and jump him no matter where they were. “The truth is I haven’t, really.”
    He looked as if he had questions but thought better of asking them. Instead, the smile that curved his lips was wicked. “Anything else you haven’t done with a man that you want to try now?” Daniel fell back and stretched out, offering himself to her.
    Her mouth moistened at the sight, as well as other parts lower down. He looked absolutely delicious. “I can do whatever I want?” She let her hands dance over his stomach, over his hips to rest on his thighs. Lowering her head, she cocked her chin to look him in the eyes. “Can you close your eyes?”
    Daniel’s smile grew but he did as he’d been told. “As my lady wishes.”
    Chelsea was stymied for a second. He’d most often been the one to take the lead and if he wasn’t, he’d usually take over. Richard never gave her the chance. Come to think of it, she’d never really taken the lead anywhere else in her life before their breakup. She just did as she was told and was content to let everything be sorted for her. What a pathetic existence.
    Not anymore. Chelsea focused on the man beneath her. What to do first? She straddled his thighs. Leaning forward, she flicked her tongue over his nipple, gliding it over his pec to taste the skin on his tense abdomen. Nipping at the ridges, she made her way down, letting her hair trace over him the way she knew he enjoyed. She followed the trail leading from his navel to his cock and was rewarded with a groan.
    Slipping him into her mouth, she closed her hand as best she could around his thick shaft and worked it up and down. Sucking gently, she stroked him with her tongue until his legs tensed under her. He grew harder with her attention, and she could feel the rigidity in the way he held himself. And yet, he didn’t try to take over.
    Cupping her