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said, tugging at her shirt.
    She hesitated and he waited for her answer, holding his breath.
    “Unbuttoned.” Heat surged through him as he bent to the task and quickly had her shirt undone. Beneath it her breasts were displayed in lacy cups that made desire pulse through him again. He swept a kiss from one soft mound to the other, lingering in the hollow between them. He was about to ask another question when Storm spoke up.
    “Bra or no bra?” she asked, burying her face against his shoulder.
    “No bra.” He pulled her shirt from the waistband of her skirt and slid his hands up to the clasp of the lacy garment.
    “Me, too,” she said and sighed when he undid the catch. He skimmed his hands under her bra and palmed her breasts.
    “Hands or mouth?” he asked as he gloried in the sweet weight of her breasts.
    “Mouth.” She moaned as he made short work of her shirt, pulling it off her shoulders. He tangled his fingers in her bra and tossed it aside, then bent to take one nipple in his mouth. She clung to him, arching her back to give him greater access, working at the buttons on his shirt in turn. He pulled back, shouldered his way out of the button down and tugged his T-shirt off in one swift motion. “Looking or touching?”
    “Touching.” She smoothed her palms over his chest, then took his hands in hers and lifted them to her breasts again. He obeyed her silent request, tracing circles around them until he couldn’t hold back.
    “Standing or lying down?” He nudged her toward the bed.
    “Lying down.” She sat down on the mattress, pulling him down with her. He lifted her onto the center of the bed and climbed on top of her, kissing her again until they were both breathless. He allowed himself the chance to explore her fully, tracing kisses around the rosy peaks of her nipples, squeezing and feasting on them in turn as she moaned and gasped beneath him. When her fingers found the button of his jeans he stilled and pulled back.
    Storm was every bit as beautiful as he’d thought she’d be with her blonde hair tossed in a halo around her face. “All or nothing?” she asked him in a voice so low he thought he’d dreamed the question.
    Need pulsed through him again, hot and urgent. “All,” he said and bent to kiss her, helping her help him tug off his jeans. He groaned when her hands plunged down under the waistband of his boxers, and made quick work of losing them too. He knelt above her, letting her take a good long look. “Skirt on or off?”
    She bit her lip. “Sometimes on, but today off.”
    “Good answer,” he growled and found the fastening behind her back. His fingers were clumsy, but soon he was sliding the soft skirt off of her, the sight of the one scrap of lace and silk still left between them only increasing his desire to know everything about her. As he tossed her skirt away he bent to trail a string of kisses from her breasts down to her belly. He knelt between her legs and eased her panties off. “Foreplay or main event?” He dipped down to kiss her in an intimate place and she sighed.
    “Both?”
    “Of course.” He plunged his hands under her hips and lifted her to meet his mouth, eager to explore every inch of her hidden charms. Storm gasped beneath him, her fingers clutching the bedclothes. He asked no more questions, preferring to trust his instincts now. They didn’t let him down and soon Storm was tugging at his shoulders, urging him back up to cover her.
    “Slow or fast?” he asked when he’d found a condom in his jeans and quickly sheathed himself.
    “Slow, then fast,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck as he took his place between her legs again.
    Zane did as she asked, pushing inside her slowly, enjoying every sweet inch of wet pressure that surrounded him. He pulled back and pushed in again, watching her close her eyes, her face a study in ecstasy.
    How had this miracle occurred, he wondered as he continued. What coincidence had brought Storm to