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he gave her nipple a semi-hard tug.
    “I’m sure you will. But not as much as I’ll like seeing the
titillating effects they have on you. Testing your tolerance for the light,
pleasurable pain they’ll give.”
    The slightest pull on her hair had her arching back farther.
    He deserted her breast to splay his other hand over the
small rise of her stomach. He loved the silky-smooth texture, the perceptible
tremble of the soft pliable surface beneath his touch. She was exquisitely
responsive. He could barely wait to experience the extent of her
responsiveness.
    A slight shift of his hand and he encompassed her outer
thigh, slowly drew his hand down until he cupped the back of her knee. “I could
spend half the night running my hands over you.”
    “I love having your hands on me,” she whispered. “I can’t
tell you how many times I’ve dreamed of you touching me. Making love to me.”
    He breathed deeply and took his time lifting his gaze,
looking his fill as he moved up her body until he connected with her chocolate
bedroom eyes. “Is that so?” He leaned down and claimed her lips, basking in
their sensuous feel for long, tender moments. When he broke away, her breathing
was labored, her eyes dreamy.
    “Hang on, brat. Because starting tonight, all your dreams,
all those erotic fantasies you wrote in your diary, are about to become
reality.” He tenderly brushed a few wayward strands of hair from the side of
her face, tucked them behind her ear. “Lean back. Spread those long, gorgeous
legs for me.”
     
    After Pierce released the grip on her hair, positioned his
arm to best support her neck and shoulders and shifted his legs wider to allow
her body a more stable platform, Heather eased back into the cradling support
of his thick arm.
    For such a large man, Pierce was beauty in motion. His every
execution a fluid, artful economy of grace. How could any woman not be relaxed
in his company?
    Stomach fluttering, Heather dropped one arm to curl her hand
around one of his muscular calves, burrowed the other arm beneath his and
hooked her thumb through one of the back belt loops on his pants.
    She gazed up at him with a sly smile. “You did tell me to hang
on . I’m taking you at your word.”
    “Smart woman.” Playful amusement flared briefly in his
compelling green eyes, quickly morphing to emerald fire when she raised her
right leg with slow deliberation to stretch it out along the edge of the bed
and spread her left leg out as far as it would comfortably reach on the floor.
    As she’d hoped, Pierce took immediate advantage of her
exposed position, bending to torment a nipple lightly between his teeth at the
same time the tip of his finger made contact with her aching pussy. Not the
deep plunge of fulfillment her feverish mind anticipated, but an experimental
feathering around the perimeter of her wet opening. Any other time, with any
other man, she’d be happy to luxuriate in the courteous languorous foreplay.
Not tonight. Not after all the frustrating, unfulfilled fantasies about this
man.
    Unfortunately, Pierce seemed determined to take things slow.
She didn’t need the skills of her accelerated master’s degree to deduce there’d
be no quick, mutually gratifying fuck for them tonight.
    Once Pierce made up his mind, no amount of feminine pleading
would change it. Verified by the video of him she’d pilfered. The man possessed
a rock-solid will she doubted a pneumatic jackhammer could break through.
    With an inward sigh, she resigned herself to bask in his
single-minded sensual attention. At least until he drove her mad with
frustration. Then she’d have to figure out a way to get him to stuff her so
full of his cock, there’d be no thought other than how damn great it felt.
    The tip of his finger breached the barrier of her wet folds.
    “More.” The word came out breathless, needy. An alien sound.
At the moment, she didn’t give a good damn. Over the years, she’d turned her
need for Pierce into a