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“This,” he growled, “is where you make me come. And God knows, honey, I need it.”
    He needed it so badly, in fact, that his body was already pulsing with the expectation of release, like the first stages of orgasm.
    Lucy stared down at his lap, her beautiful blue eyes slumberous,her lips slightly parted and swollen. And with a type of incredible feminine torture, she licked her lips.
    Bram groaned. He pulled open the snap to his shorts, now dried stiff from his dip in the lake. Carefully, because he was as hard as he could possibly be, he eased down his zipper and guided her small hand inside. His breath caught and held in his chest, making him dizzy.
    â€œOh my.”
    There was so much heightened pleasure in her words, such gentle sensuality in the way her soft hand curled around him, that Bram knew he was a goner right there and then.

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    Lucy was awed by the size of him. She’d heard stories, of course, but had discounted them as typical male exaggeration. Even after feeling him through his jeans shorts earlier, she hadn’t been prepared for the actuality.
    Her hand barely circled him, her fingers not quite touching together. Sharp awareness blossomed in her belly, spreading outward until she wasn’t sure she could breathe. As a mature woman, she knew size didn’t matter. But maturity had nothing to do with fantasies and eroticism. His erect flesh was so hot, throbbing with a life of its own.
    Using her thumb, she tested the velvety texture from his hair-roughened testicles, now drawn tight, up to the smooth, broad tip and heard him curse very low.
    â€œBram?”
    His head was pressed back against the couch, his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw locked. He looked like a man in pain or incredible pleasure. The muscles in his arms rippled and bunched as his hands curled into hard fists at his sides. “Squeeze me,” he muttered through his teeth.
“Hard.”
    Fascinated by him, by his totally open response to her touch, she did as he insisted. Never had David looked this turned on, this turbulent. Yet Bram didn’t seem to care that he was partially exposed to her, sprawled out on a couch, at her mercy. He literally writhed from her attentions.
    When her fingers gripped him tighter, he groaned low, then gave a rough laugh. “Christ, having your hand on me is a dream I never thought would come true.”
    He gasped brokenly as she slowly stroked down his length, then back up again. He caught her wrist. Molten hot and fiercely direct, his eyes opened and captured hers.
    â€œLike this, baby,” he instructed, guiding her hand to the base of his shaft, then all the way back to the very tip until her thumb brushed over the end and he froze from the pleasure of it.
    Lucy watched his face, as enthralled with his expressions as she was with his nudity and his instruction. She’d fumbled around with David for years, trying to learn what pleased him, embarrassed when she hadn’t succeeded. For Bram, it seemed no matter what she did, he enjoyed it. And he was more than willing to teach her, without hesitation, without reserve. His sheer lack of inhibition was a turn-on.
    Though the flexing erection she held was fascinating, she couldn’t take her gaze off his face.
    â€œWhat is it?” he asked, his eyes sensually heavy, his high cheekbones slashed with aroused color. “Tell me, Lucy. Anything you want.”
    She licked her lips, working up her nerve. But the whole point of coming to the summer house had been to indulge her every fantasy, to rid herself of the social inhibitions caused by being with people she associated with on a daily basis. She would not turn coward now.
    She cleared her throat. “Will you . . . will you take off your shirt so I can look at you?”
    Without a word he grabbed the hem of the T-shirt in his fists and yanked it over his head. The shirt got tossed to the other side of the couch, then Bram spread his arms out