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back where they’d been in the movie theater lobby. She wanted him to make her fly, like no one before him had ever done.
    He pulled out his fingers, and seconds later, her nipple was pulled with a slick pinch. He ran a finger around the areola, flicking the nipple with a blunt fingernail, then rolling it.
    Her breath escaped her lips in gasps as he continued the delicious torture.
    In a quick maneuver, she was turned, her back pressed against the wall, a shock of cool in contrast to the hot male body that had previously blanketed her. But she didn’t have time to contemplate it, because her nipple was now encased in wet heat and teeth were abrading the sensitive skin around it.
    His lips left her and then fabric slipped over her arm, letting her know he’d lowered the remaining strap of her tank top. Cool air hit her other nipple as he pulled down her bra.
    For a moment, all she felt was his hand at the base of her throat, his thumb caressing the skin.
    A click and the front clasp of her bra popped open. Another tug and her tank top pooled above the waistband of her skirt.
    She wished she could see his face as he looked his fill. Would those sea-green eyes swirl with lust? Would they darken with arousal? Was he deciding what to do next, or was this moment of pause on purpose?
    “So beautiful,” he whispered.
    Marley rubbed her legs together, wanting, needing friction, and received a solid slap on the hip for it. She yelped and then laughed.
    His breath rushed over her cheek. “Is this a game to you?”
    She knew he physically hid his emotions well. But blindfolded, she clung to his voice, feeling out the words and letting them roll around in her head until an emotion seeped out of the seams.
    This time, there was slight vulnerability.
    She shook her head. “Not a game, but…when I’m enjoying something, I smile and laugh and make jokes. Don’t you?”
    Another pause. “Not usually. But with you…” He let his voice trail off, reverence tainting the words.
    She took a chance, hoping her question wouldn’t end this moment. “Is there anyone else?”
    His hand at her throat squeezed and then relaxed. “No, and there hasn’t been for some time.”
    She swallowed. “Same with me.”
    A puff of breath on her lips. “I realized…I forgot something when I came in.”
    “A red tie for my wrists?”
    A small chuckle. “No, this.” And then he kissed her, instantly invading, plundering, conquering, and she let him, her Aric of the lobby. She braced her hands on the cool cinder block wall behind her and let him guide her jaw with slight pressure from his thumb. Because, as of now, she trusted that she was his only Evelyn.
    He eased back with small nips to her lips, down her jaw, and back to her ear. He ran his fingers along the inside of her thigh and she held her breath, waiting until he reached the top of her thigh-high stockings.
    A strangled sound rumbled from his throat when he did, and those fingers caressed where the lace met her bare skin, over and over again, like he enjoyed the boundary.
    “Oh, Marley,” he breathed. “Have you ever orgasmed from cunnilingus before?”
    She almost orgasmed by the end of that sentence. Cunnilingus. She’d never thought that word was sexy. It was medical and Latin. But the way Austin said it? In that husky voice, his hot breath at her ear, his fingers tracing tantalizing patterns on the inside of her thigh? God, she wanted all the cun, and all the ill, and all the lingus he had to offer.
    “Have you?” he asked again.
    She couldn’t speak above a whisper. “Yes, but it took a long time and…the aid of fingers or something battery-powered.”
    Those fingers rose, running along the edge of her panty-line. “Ah, so you haven’t from me. We will remedy that.”
    She couldn’t speak. Not when his body brushed along the front of hers, not when his tongue dipped into her belly button. Not when he rucked her skirt up to her waist and pulled down her panties, helping her