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with it,” she admitted wryly, glancing down at her ample curves.
    “Well, I think you’re perfect, and I’d tell them so.”
    “You’d defend me?”
    “Of course I would.”  
    For some reason she believed him. “You’re quite a man, Jason Kent.”
    “And you’re a very beautiful woman.”
    “And now you’ve gone too far,” she said with a shake of her head.  
    “I don’t think so.”  
    Jason spoke so quietly, staring into her eyes, that for once she was silenced. And then his firm mouth found her nipple through the fine lace of her bra, and she was done with talking for the foreseeable future. The sensation was so much, too much. She sucked in a shuddering breath on a cry of pleasure. His breath was hot. His lips were firm, and Jason was remorseless. She was glad. She loved the way he held her so firmly, pressing her down into the mattress like a man who knew what she wanted, and what he wanted too. But he was cruel, denying her the pressure she craved where she craved it.
    “Monster,” she muttered when he moved up the bed.  
    He laughed softly. “Does that mean I’m doing something right?”
    “Everything right,” she admitted against his mocking mouth. “But you’re a tormenting and impossible man.” She said this somewhere between a laugh and a whimper as his hands continued to tease.  
    “Just think how much better it’s going to be when I finally give you what you want.”  
    “Finally?” she complained. “I hope you’re joking?”
    “Do you?” He turned her beneath him, leaving her to thrash her head on the pillows in an advanced state of frustration as he continued to tease.  
    “I’m not sure I can wait—”  
    “You’ll wait until I tell you.”  
    Her eyes widened at Jason’s instruction. Her heart beat faster. Her arousal grew to unsustainable levels. “Please—”
    “What did I tell you?” he reprimanded quietly. “You’re overdressed. Do something about it.”
    The authority in his voice was all it took to focus her mind. Sweet pulses gripped her. She moaned. Then rallied and frowned. “You’re overdressed too. Lose this...” She plucked at his shirt.  
    Jason’s eyes were amused as he raised a brow. Neither of them spoke. They didn’t need to. In the next few seconds of blistering activity, he was stripped to the waist. “And now you,” he said. “And make it slow.”  
    “Lucky for you, I like your rules.”  
    If he only knew how much. The hunger inside her had turned into an unrelenting ache. Unbuttoning her shirt, she shrugged it off and let it drop.  
    “Magnificent,” Jason murmured, folding his arms beneath his head as he settled back to watch.
    Freeing the catch on her bra, she slid the straps from her shoulders and then allowed that to drop too. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Kent—”
    “Come here,” Jason whispered.
    Her head rolled back with pleasure as he cupped her breasts. His hands were big. They needed to be, she reflected with amusement. They were such warm hands and slightly rough. She needed those hands on her. She needed this, needed him—  
    She needed to be needed, Kate reflected wryly in the one lucid moment before Jason’s touch wiped her mind clean. Even his thumbnails were expert at the task of torturing her nipples with a touch so light she never wanted it to end.  
    “Jeans off,” he whispered. “Let me,” he suggested as she knelt up on the bed.  
    He took his time undoing the button on the waistband of her jeans, and easing the zipper down, while she felt as if her hungry body was swelling in a vain attempt to benefit from his expert touch. She had never been so acutely aware before, or so sensitive, and now she was naked apart from her flimsy lace thong.
    “No,” he reprimanded her when she went to take that off too. “What’s your rush?” he queried in a husky tone.
    “There is no rush,” she agreed. “We’ve got all night.”  
    She lifted her hands away. More accurately, she raised them in