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the curve of her thigh, his stroking touch both arousing and soothing at the same time. She writhed listlessly on the bed, gasping as his same hand slipped between her legs. His fingers applied slow, but firm pressure to her slick center. She cried out sharply at the sensation of his hands pressed on the lace against her skin and arched her hips up for more.
    Suddenly, he reared back.
    Her protest died on her lips as his warm eyes burned into hers. Her pulse pounded crazily as she waited for his next move.
    He was lost. Never had he imagined she’d be so responsive, so perfectly primed at his touch. He pressed his palm against her, and she arched into his touch, moaning softly. When he felt how wet she was, he wanted to tear off her dress, rip off her panties, and slam into her. Needing to regain control, he clenched his jaw and pulled his hand away.
    “Stand up, Gracie.”
    She shuddered at the curt command but managed to bring her feet to the floor. He turned to sit on the edge of her bed, facing her.
    “Take it off.”
    Hands shaking, she obeyed. Reaching behind her, she pulled the zipper down all the way and slid the dress down her thighs, letting it fall to the floor.
    His gaze never once breaking from hers, he brought his hands to the waistband of his pants and popped his fly, needing to give his cock room. Slowly he pulled the zipper down, reaching into his briefs to stroke his erection. She stood there, like an angel in white lace, watching his movements with those wide gray eyes. Her plump breasts strained for freedom against her bra, and he drank in her half-naked state. Her waist dipped into a sensuous curve above healthy hips. White lace boy shorts hugged those hips and her phenomenal ass. At that precise moment, he found her choice of panty far sexier than any thong he’d ever seen.
    “You’re so sexy, baby,” he murmured, “I think I’m going to fuck you all night long.”
    “This is crazy,” she whispered, but he could see the mixture of excitement and fear in her eyes. 
    He tipped her chin up so she couldn’t turn away. His warm gaze caressed her, surprisingly soothing her frayed nerves. “You scared?”
    Her tongue reached out to wet her lips. Need rose inside her sharply, and if he didn’t touch her soon, she was pretty sure she was going to combust just from the way he was looking at her. She couldn’t figure out why he seemed to be taking his sweet time when she was about to go up in flames. Judging by the size of his erection, he looked like he wasn’t too far away either.
    “A little.”
    He raised his eyebrows at her as a silent challenge, and she lifted her chin, accepting. Wanting—no needing—to torture him as much as he was torturing her, she lifted her shoulder, gently shrugging down first one bra strap, then the other. Deciding to take matters into her own hands, she swallowed and reached behind her to unhook her bra. Grasping the edges of her bra between her index fingers and thumb, she slowly peeled the cups away, letting the bra fall to the floor.
    Heat blazed from his eyes. “Cup your breasts. One in each hand,” he ordered roughly.
    She hesitated for a moment before doing as he instructed her. As her soft hands met her sensitive skin, she gasped at the sensation.
    He used his free hand to crook a finger at her. “Come here, honey. Don’t let your hands go.”
    He wasn’t sure it was possible to get any harder, but as she swayed those delightfully curvy hips towards him, hands cupping her breasts, his erection turned to stone. She stopped, just a few inches away from the bed. She stood there, lush curves, eyes glassy, hair tumbling over her shoulders, waiting for him.
    “Closer,” he whispered, and she inched forward until her breasts were within reach of his mouth. “That’s it, baby girl. Give me one. Put it in my mouth,” he ordered harshly, leaving his mouth open to take her offering.
    Grace let out a sharp cry as the wet, hot heat of his mouth drew on her