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    Naomi’s slender fingers cupped him, massaged him until he could barely think clearly. As much as he thrilled to her touch, it would be his undoing. Reluctantly, he pulled her hand away and went to work getting her out of her shorts and her lace panties, until she was completely bare and lush before him. He took a moment to let his eyes and hands roll over her from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. His only objective at the moment was to make love to every inch of her honey-colored skin.
    â€œNo, wait,” Naomi managed to say, as if coming up from under water. She pushed her palms against Brice’s chest and flipped over to get out from under him. She sat up on her knees.
    Brice didn’t know what he had done wrong. This couldn’t be happening. “Na—”
    â€œSssh.” She put her finger to his lips. A wickedsmile teased her mouth. “Why should I be the only one in the room with no clothes on?”
    â€œAw, woman, you had me there for a minute.” He pulled his shirt over his head, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks.
    Naomi’s stare was glued to his every move. Her nostrils flared as she watched him undress. He got off the bed and stepped out of his pants and then his shorts. Naomi drew in a short, sharp breath. He was perfection. Her clit jumped in response, and the welcoming wetness made her slick and ready. Their eyes locked onto each other. Brice came toward the bed. Naomi drew closer on her knees. Naomi stretched her arms toward him and he came willingly. The tips of her nails grazed across his chest then down across the hard-rippled stomach. She breathed deeply and took him into her palm. Brice’s entire body stiffened as a wave of pleasure shot through him. Her hands were like warm butter as they slid up and down his length.
    â€œGirl, girl, girl,” he groaned. “Ahhh.” He braced his palms against her shoulders and for a moment simply closed his eyes and let her do her thing. Until the pleasure began to overwhelm him. His breathing escalated. His erection was ready to burst. He clasped her wrist to stop her steady stroking.
    She looked up at him, her eyes shining in the twilight. Her lips parted. Before she could react, Brice had her down on the bed, the weight of his body pinning her beneath him, her long legs spreadon either side of him. He supported himself on his forearms before he began his slow and deliberate conquering of Naomi Clarke.
    Brice kissed her deeply, the play of his tongue with hers an erotic dance as old as time. He longed to be everywhere at once, but he wanted to taste her sweet skin. He let his lips and his tongue create a sizzling path, taking stops at her neck along the lift of her breasts, down the fluttering dip of her stomach, to hover for an instant above the seat of her sex. He gently spread her thighs and brushed his face against the soft down of her hair. Naomi shuddered. His lips and tongue grazed and caressed the insides of her thighs as he held her. Then his tongue flicked across the hard bud that danced to the tune he played with it.
    Naomi gripped handfuls of the sheets, crying out as her body arched in pleasure.
    Like candy he licked and sucked and licked and stroked, while Naomi rocked her hips against the mastery of his mouth—quicker, faster, as the sensations roared up and down her limbs. Her head spun, heat rose from her damp flesh. Her cries had dissolved to whimpers, begging for release.
    â€œPlease,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and jagged. “Please.”
    But for Brice it was the nectar of life, and hers was sweet and plentiful. He didn’t want to stop. He thrilled at being able to bring her such pleasure. That’s what making love was all about, bringing joyto someone else. And as much as he didn’t want to stop, he knew that he should.
    Slowly, he lifted his head and gently stroked her trembling thighs and stomach to soothe and settle her. Her