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over his nipples. Pinched at them gently, and then not so gently. Oh, God. Her touch then drifted to the medallion that was fused into his sternum and she hesitated, uncertain.
    “It’s okay. You can touch it.” Yeah, she definitely could. He moaned and dropped his head back, wanting those fingers to continue to stroke him any way they could. Most of his skin was completely numb around that disk, but somehow he felt every brush of Isabel’s fingertips. He nearly dropped the water glass as he passed it back. “Please… take it.”
    She placed it on the floor gently and then circled a finger around the flesh that surrounded his medallion. More delightful shivers pricked Thad’s skin in the wake of her hand. “Did it hurt?”
    He breathed out a low chuckle. No one had asked him that. “I think so. I passed out.”
    Isabel seemed to consider this for a second and then swept her hand lower, spanning her fingers over his abs again. They seemed to bunch and flex all by themselves, as if each fiber was trying to clamor for the attention of her fingers. Finally she arrived back at the fly of his jeans. The buzzing all over his body grew, impossibly, more intense.
    His whole body thrummed in time with the quiet techno music that whispered in his ear. Shit, he was going to embarrass himself at this rate. A few firm tugs and Thad was free of his jeans. He gasped as the cool air of the room blew seductively over the tip of his erection. Following close behind was the sensation of those lovely, lovely fingers again. If he didn’t know better, he’d have thought she had, like, twenty of them. First circling the tip, then brushing downward in long, too-gentle strokes.
    “Isabel… fuck…”
    Her free hand came up to his shoulder, gently pushing him back onto the bed. “Relax, Thad. Let me drive.”
    Unable to put words together in his head, he lay back as she commanded. For a moment—or maybe many moments—his eyes drifted shut. He usually took control in bed, but now he was inundated by sensation. Her fingers continued their gentle up and down, sending glorious shivers through him. The heat inside him that had begun to feel all-consuming faded only slightly, but God, it was good. So good.
    The dark wrapped around Thad, and for the first time in a long time, he allowed himself to just… be. Funny how even with his eyelids closed, the stars in Isabel’s sky shimmered and danced in his field of vision. Every touch of Isabel’s hands, every breath of air heightened his euphoria until he was almost ready to swear that he truly was hurtling through space, completely out of control.
    Or rather, under Isabel’s control.
    But suddenly, he was hit by an almost painful chill. His eyes opened. “Isabel what—” Oh. Oh. Not a sound was made when her clothing hit the floor. His pulse pounded double-time when those green eyes met his, moving closer and closer.
    “Oh, yes.” Creamy flesh slid over his own. Soft, voluptuous breasts and peaked nipples pressed against his chest, sensuously abrading his skin. Their gazes held and locked. Her eyes were captivating, one dark and glittery like the stars on the ceiling, one intensely stormy and sultry. He was feeling like he could be lost forever in those eyes, when… “Oh, hell yes.”
    Moist heat gripped his shaft. Isabel flowed around him like water. Each of her legs entwined with each of his, and her arms slid between his back and the mattress while her hips undulated and sweat slicked their bodies.
    As if it had been written to score their lovemaking, the music in the room began to build and intensify. Drums thumped harder, and some sort of ethereal chanting mixed in just as his hands gripped two fistfuls of Isabel’s perfect ass. On her exhaled “Thad!” he growled and thrust hard, meeting every slide of her sex with the pump of his own. No longer content to leave the driving up to her, he grasped around her waist and lifted, shifting until she sat straight up astride his