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the idea. She really wanted to explore that part of his anatomy. “No. If I straddle you, how will I touch your, um, your, er…”
    Words suddenly failed Samantha, and she felt her cheeks heat. She didn’t really like using explicit words for body parts. It wasn’t in her nature. On the other hand, and at that moment in time, “penis” seemed too impersonal and “manhood” was laughable. Oh, this was going to be awkward.
    “Gotcha,” Daniel said, rescuing her, and moved onto his side. He propped his head on one hand and with his free hand crooked a finger at her.
    She happily joined him, lying to face him, and once again placed her hands on his chest. His hand rested lightly on her hip. His heart thudded beneath her fingers in a slightly erratic beat. She swirled her fingers around his nipples and then smoothed them down to his waistband, pleased when he shuddered.
    “Beautiful,” she again said.
    Daniel moved his hand from her hip to her shoulder. He lightly tugged on the sleeve of her T-shirt. “Can I ask you to take this off? I want to see you. Touch you. Taste you.”
    The amber flecks within his eyes glowed brighter, and Samantha couldn’t resist. She pulled the T-shirt up over her head and draped it over the back of the sofa. Her blood turned into warm honey at the expression of reverence that crossed Daniel’s face as he fixed his attention on the white lacy bra that cupped her breasts.
    “My God, Sammy, you’re the beautiful one. Can I touch you?”
    She nodded and uttered a soft moan when Daniel, without any fussing, went straight to the front clasp and flicked it open. Her breasts spilled into his waiting hands. As with his expression a second earlier, he reverently caressed her breasts and then gently thumbed her already-erect nipples into stiffer peaks, inducing her to mewl in delight. Daniel seemed to know exactly how she liked to be touched without him even asking.
    “Oh, baby…” He groaned. “Can I taste you? Please say I can. I’m dying here.”
    Well, Samantha didn’t believe Daniel was dying dying , but she certainly understood how he felt. If he didn’t put that gorgeous mouth of his on her soon, she would expire with want. “Daniel, yes! Oh, yes, yes.”
    The words had hardly left her mouth when Daniel shifted down the sofa until he was level with her pouting nipples, his breath warm and maybe just a little bit shaky. Her breath was a little shaky, too. Spirals of pleasure unfurled in her belly and zipped down to her womb when he pushed her breasts together and dragged his tongue across one tight bud to the other.
    On a silent plea of surrender, Samantha arched her back, eager for further stimulation. Daniel certainly gave her more and suckled on her breasts until she was breathless, writhing, and mindless with want. Her fingers went to the snap of his jeans, and she popped it free. The soft growling sound the zipper made as she lowered it fueled the wet, hot, intimate spot between her legs where she wanted Daniel the most.
    Slipping beneath the now-loose waistband of his jeans, she found the area below his navel to be warm, supple, and slightly hairy. Her fingers inched downward, seeking. Then something registered. Oh. “Daniel, you’re…You’re…You’re not wearing underwear.”
    He lifted his mouth from her breasts, his eyes holding a wicked glint. His grin was just as wicked. “I like commando. I like feeling free.”
    Then with one easy flip, Samantha found herself beneath Daniel. His body pressing down on hers, he again lavishly and lovingly suckled her breasts, but the knot rapidly forming in her belly became impossible to digest. His breathing was ragged. His erection was massive. And she felt pinned. And oh, God, she couldn’t do this. “Daniel, stop. Please.”
    Daniel’s body stilled, and then a nanosecond later, he rolled off of her and kneeled on the floor. Her heart tugged at the look of guilt on his handsome face. But this wasn’t Daniel’s fault. It was