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expect this, not after seeing you do that split.”
    “Oh. Can we not talk about it? Can you not just do it?”
    “Sweet darlin’, you’re such an innocent.” Through hooded lids, he studied his little aphrodisiac and wondered if it was all a ruse, her wide-eyed trusting. But he knew better, and that intact hymen proved otherwise. His self-imposed restraint slipped as the lurid fantasies of three long days danced into his mind. She’d tasted better than he could ever have imagined, and when he’d fingered her, that tight little pussy had done a clench and jerk snatch around his lucky forefinger. He stopped caressing her ear and sucked the scent of her into his mouth.
    “I liked the way you tasted,” she said.
    “Jaysus, Su-Lin. You have no idea of the barbarian I am,” he said and held up one hand, index finger and thumb almost touching. “I am this far from throwing you onto your back and pounding into you. Caveman doesn’t begin to describe how I feel right now.”
    She closed her eyes and when she opened them again, they seemed greener than an Irish lawn after a fresh rainfall. “Why’re we talking about it? I’ve been dreaming of this for days, wondering what you’d feel like inside of me, if you’d fill me up so I never felt empty again.”
    “Stop, stop.” His balls slammed into his groin, and he had to grab the crown of his prick and squeeze like a bloody adolescent in the last throes of lust.
    Her expression morphed, going from dream-glazed to anxious, mouth pursed in a series of quick pants.
    “I did something wrong?”
    “Not you, darlin’,” he said and shook his head. “Me.” His fingers snagged on knots when he dragged them through his hair. “Let’s turn the heat down, until I have some semblance of control.”
    Terry tugged away the pillow, and she averted her eyes, focusing on his stubbled chin.
    Unable to resist holding her, feeling that soft, warm skin against him, he settled against the headboard and drew her into his lap. “Have you ever had a boyfriend?”
    She cupped a hand over her mouth, but it didn’t quite silence the startled gasp, and every muscle in contact with his body stiffened.
    “I don’t see why that matters.”
    Tracing the outline of her downturned mouth, he paused a second before responding. “You didn’t even know how to kiss. Was the last hour and that night at the cocktail reception the sum total of your sexual experience?”
    “Like I said, I don’t see why it matters, unless…” She nibbled a finger, and those jade eyes flicked in the general direction of his face. “You didn’t like it? I know you’re still like that and that must mean something.” Pointing at his erection, she continued, “But you fell asleep that other time on the boat. I’m not good at this, is that it?”
    He laughed so hard his lungs burned, and he had to swipe the tears off his cheeks with the back of one hand. Humor, the only way to tame his raging libido; who’d have figured? He never had fun in bed. Sex was a serious pursuit, a fevered, concentrated, mind-blowing pleasure.
    Once women saw the size of his cock, they knew what they were in for, bone-kindling penetration and earth-shattering orgasms. His stepmother had taught him well; the woman always comes first, second, third. She’d liked to be ridden for hours, wouldn’t let him come until he begged.
    Su-Lin tried to squirm off his thighs, but he squeezed her closer, one arm snug around her narrow waist. The scent of her pussy still lingered on his finger, and some of her honey creamed his thighs as her hips slid back and forth. He hadn’t gone down on a woman since his stepmother, hadn’t wanted to, not until he’d sighted Su-Lin’s pussy in the steam room. He fought the desire to bury his face between her thighs.
    “We’re talking about, as you sweetly said, ‘it,’ to calm me down. I’m randier than a fricking stallion. All I’ve thought about is burying myself inside this tight little