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her against the wall.
    With
strokes of his tongue, he licked the sheen of rainwater from her skin,
traveling up her arm and switching to mini-kisses across her shoulder. He
settled into the crook of her neck, where his kisses became more arduous and
demanding. When his fingers hooked in the thin elastic strips at her hips and
shoved the thong down her thighs, her entire body flushed with expectation.
    She
watched him lower to his knees, and she stepped out of the satin panties.
    “Let
me see if I can dry you off.”
    The
rasp of his voice scraped across her nerve endings before he ran his long
fingers up her damp calves, past the back of her knees to hold her thighs
apart. He pressed his mouth to the juncture of her thighs, and his tongue began
an in-depth exploration of the delicate folds.
    Celeste
gasped loudly at the firm pressure of his soft lips, acute arousal winding its
way through her as she watched him from her view above and heard the sounds his
lips made as he continued with his pleasure-giving task. His fingers tightened
on her thighs, keeping her open to the degree he wanted. Clutching his dark
head, she rolled her hips against his face in a mindless grasp toward a climax.
    Her
body grew taut as he continued his vain attempt to lick her dry, every cell
attuned to the thrust and twirl of his tongue and the pressure of kisses from
his full lips. She barreled toward an orgasm. Another one, so soon after the
first. A hoarse cry of satisfaction burst from her lungs as a tidal wave of
pleasure overtook her body and left her weak and sagging against the wall.
     
     
    Roarke
rose to his full height and watched the labored rise and fall of her perfect little
breasts. He started unbuttoning his vest. “I’m just getting started.” Her eyes
widened. “Keep on the heels,” he said with a roguish grin.
    When
he’d stripped out of his clothes, they moved onto the bed, where he dragged her
down on top of him. He ran his hands up and down the length of her back,
molding her soft contours to his harder frame, caressing her hips and thick
thighs. He kissed her deeply before rolling her over so she lay beneath him.
    He
retrieved a condom from his pants.
    “Roarke,”
Celeste whispered, “if I don’t . . . come again, it’s because I can’t come—”
    “You’ve
never been with me,” he said with confidence. He took two pillows and settled
them under her hips, then braced himself on one arm. Her beauty enthralled him,
and he felt like he was losing himself in her sweet brown eyes. “There’s a
science to this.” As he spoke, he caressed her skin, loving how her body arched
into his touch. The smoothest silk couldn’t match the sensation of her soft
skin under his fingers. “Eighty percent of women have an orgasm through oral
stimulation. Only twenty-five percent through penetration.” He hovered his lips
only a hair’s breadth above hers. “Most men don’t take the time to get to know
a woman’s body the way they should.” He tweaked the brown nipple of one breast,
following up with a gentle massage, enjoying the contortion of her face at the
pleasure.
    “Every
woman is different,” he continued. Even though he tried to speak in clinical
terms, the husky heat of his voice betrayed his aroused state. Her moaning was starting
to drive him crazy. “But every woman has a G-spot.”
    “I
thought that was a myth,” she said in a soft, shaky voice. Her delicate fingers
reached up to caress the back of his neck.
    “It’s
not a myth.” He dipped his head and kissed her. She clung tighter to him. “I’m
about to make you come so hard they’ll hear you for miles.”
     
     
    She
was halfway there already before his muscular thighs splayed her legs apart.
When he pushed into her, he filled her, the muscles stretching to tighten
around his wide shaft. Through the use of long, controlled strokes, the tension
slowly unfurled inside of her, taking her back down the now familiar path of
sensual