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from his scalding touch.
    He sweeps me into his steely arms, carries me across the narrow room through a door, and lays me on his bed.
    He kisses me again, his tongue tracing the outline of my lips, his teeth nipping at my mouth.
    “Please.” I take his hands in mine and lay them on my aching breasts.
    He was made to hold me.
    A thumb and forefinger pluck at each engorged tip.
    He drops his head, sucking and licking at one hard peak. The friction elicits a tugging sensation inside me.
    “Oh, yeah . . .”
    He moves to the other breast, paying her equally divine attention. My fingers grip at the comforter. “Please, Shay. More.”
    He slides to the end of the bed and does something unexpected.
    He massages my feet, running his finger along the sensitive arch of one foot, then the other. He presses a spot under the middle toe, massaging deeply, and once more I think I could orgasm.
    I quiver imagining what he’ll do when he makes his way between my legs.
    His every touch drowns my fears about him finding my body unattractive. He teases and taunts and tugs at my flesh with his hands, his hot tongue following the path blazed by his hands. I throw my head back, wet strands of hair sticking to my face. His tongue circles my navel, tracing the lacy outline of my panties. His lips drop to the inside of my sensitive thigh before closing his mouth over the flimsy silk separating me from absolute ecstasy.
    He lifts me off the bed, crushing my breasts to his rock-solid chest, teasing the nipples to hard peaks again with the slight mat of hair on his skin. Dropping to the floor, he hooks his thumbs into my panties. He skims the thin fabric from my hips, and I lift one foot after the other so he can take the panties off.
    I stand bare before him, but I’m not the least bit vulnerable as he gazes at me reverently from his position at my feet.
    I’m cherished and admired and desired.
    And on fire as his tongue lazily circles my clit. His fingers trace a scorching path from behind my knee to the back of my thigh before drawing circles on my ass.
    He nudges me back, and my legs hit the bed, compelling me to sit, lie.
    I open my legs, inviting him to explore deeper.
    He laps at my wetness, sucking my nub and nipping with his teeth as he slides a finger into my tightness.
    He quickens the pace, his tongue impatient on my clit as his finger curves upward, massaging my g-spot. I pant, unable to catch my breath as my hands clench at the comforter and my legs convulse. He cups my ass again, this time to hold my bucking hips to his mouth until I stop shaking.
    As my ragged breathing slows, he slides up on the bed next to me, removing his boxers. His wet tongue dances along the curve of my hip, feathery kisses dust my belly and my arms.
    He nuzzles my neck, his warm breath in my ear fanning my desire.
    I spread my legs in invitation.
    “No. Like this.” Shay fumbles around in his nightstand and fishes out a foil packet. He slides on the condom, then holds me by the hips as he flips on his back while reaching up, cupping my breasts, staring at them.
    Spellbound by them.
    I’d felt powerful when he knelt at my feet.
    That was nothing compared to sitting atop this gorgeous, virile man, in control of his pleasure.
    I arch over him, taking his thick cock into my hand, teasing him with my wetness. He throws his head back and growls as he arches underneath me.
    I want to prolong his pleasure like he’d done for me, but I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.
    I slide on him, little by little, and then take my fill. He almost throws me off as he thrashes on the bed.
    I grind my hips against his, moving up and down and side-to-side to find the exact spot for both of us. A heavy fog of sex and sweat and pheromones hangs around us.
    I can’t recall ever feeling like this. So enthralled, so seductive, so abandoned.
    So in control.
    He tenses beneath me, every muscle in his body rigid as a guttural cry erupts from his throat.
    And the goddess I’ve