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touch of his lips sent electricity up my spine.
    He parted my legs with the touch of a fingertip, then kissed his way down my inner thigh as he settled onto his forearms. A whimper of anticipation escaped my throat as he held my hips in both hands and his lips again touched my inner thigh. Kiss by kiss, his mouth neared my pussy. When he was just a single kiss away from my clit, he murmured something I couldn’t hear, something that resonated across nerves that could only register the sweet oblivion he promised with every touch.
    “I should warn you,” he said, this time loud enough for me to hear, “I can do this all night.” Before my lust-occupied mind could translate the words, Connor’s lips closed around my clit.
    His mouth was beyond incredible. He explored, tasted, flicked here, circled there. Every motion was subtle and precise, making sure I was fully aware of every way he touched me and that I truly felt every tremor and shiver he created.
    One hand released my hip and he once again slipped two fingers inside me. Crooking them slightly, he found my G-spot, his fingertips matching the slow, smooth motion of his tongue. He effortlessly brought me right back to the delicious crossroads between desire and delirium, and there he held me, teasing me with this denial of the one thing I would have begged for had speech still been possible.
    And still, he kept me there until, with just the right flutter of his tongue and stroke of his fingers, he granted me release. White-hot electricity shot up my spine and crackled across my perspiration-glazed skin as everything in and around me exploded .
    The room spun and I heard my own voice, was sure my lips at least attempted to form words, but couldn’t be sure just what, if anything, I said. And I didn’t care. Even as I came down, as I drew a breath of cool air that slowed the spinning sensation, my world revolved solely around the point of contact between his mouth and my pussy.
    He backed off just enough to let me return to Earth and keep me from getting hypersensitive, his tongue maintaining the softest, gentlest motion around—but no longer touching—my clit. His fingers remained a constant, still presence against my G-spot, easing off just enough to let me breathe.
    But he didn’t stop.
    Though he held back now, everything he did promised more. This wasn’t a winding-down, a gradual loss of momentum before the inevitable halt. It wasn’t a conclusion, but an intermission.
    “Connor,” I said. “Connor, I want…”
    “Hmm?” he murmured against my clit, the vibration liquefying my thoughts. Then he kissed my inner thigh, giving me a chance to breathe and collect what was left of my rational mind.
    “I want…” I struggled to find my breath. “To do something for you.”
    Against my skin, his lips curled into a smile. His fingers moved almost imperceptibly inside me, and he looked up. “Trust me, Dani. You are.”
    “You know what I mean. You’re doing”—I gasped when his warm breath whispered across my pussy—“everything for me, I want to…”
    The movement of his fingers changed, reversing direction and circling just a little faster, pressing just a little harder.
    “I can wait,” he said. “There’s no need to hurry.” He closed his lips around my clit and his fingers continued gaining speed. The bed sheets bunched in my hands and my back lifted off the bed. The intermission was over.
    His mouth stopped, but his fingers kept me on the path to another orgasm, maintaining his momentum as he looked up at me again.
    “There’s plenty of time for you to do whatever you want to me, but I love the way you taste when you come.” Just before he went back down to my clit and sent me out of my mind, his voice dipped to a breathy growl, “And I have got to taste it again.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
    Buckling Jester’s halter was a simple task, one I’d performed thousands of times, but it was a bit complicated today. My