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or testing her to see how far she’d go?
    Anticipation warmed her from head to foot, yet a tiny bit of
reluctance twirled in her tummy.
    After a nip to her lips, he rose from the bed and turned on
the table lamp. A soft glow of light cascaded through the room. Seeing his
huge, gorgeous, fully aroused body melted every ounce of caution. And when he
adjusted the condom, rolling his hand over his erection, a jolt of excitement
rocked her soul.
    He removed her pantyhose from the articles of clothing on
the floor, tore the legs with his teeth and shredded them into four pieces. Not
once did his eyes sway from hers and as he stretched the sections, testing
their length, she realized just how desperately she wanted this.
    Her heart fell into a rapid beat as he approached the bed
and sat down on the edge. A nasty scar she hadn’t noticed earlier rumpled the
skin on the front of his right shoulder. And just as she opened her mouth to
ask, he shook his head, advising her it wasn’t the appropriate time.
    He placed his hand on her stomach and massaged it back and
forth from one curve of her waist to the other. The heat from his calloused
palm branded his erotic touch into her soul.
    Never would she forget the evening she’d spent with Brent
Delaney. He’d eased himself into her blood and become a significant piece of
her essence—a newly discovered addiction. All the feelings from the past gushed
forward and she couldn’t get enough of him.
    Would she be able to live without him from this night
forward?
    His fingertips brushed her arms from shoulders to elbows
until he reached her wrists, where he secured the pieces of nylon. He kissed
her long and hard before he attached the bindings to the headboard posts.
Vulnerability and helplessness sprang to her belly. Yet reassurance in his gaze
calmed her while he repeated the steps to her legs and anchored her ankles to
the footboard.
    He slid his finger in between the material and her skin.
“They’re not too tight, are they?”
    She shook her head while cool air stroked the area between
her thighs. Even had they’d been too tight, she wouldn’t have protested. The
new position was doing all sorts of erotic things to her. Drenching her
crotch—hardening her nipples. Not to mention, the anticipation of his plans had
goose bumps rising all over her body. She quivered.
    He straddled her, placing a knee on either side of her waist
to bear his weight. His erection dropped forward, slapping her belly. Her mouth
watered at the mammoth hunk of flesh. She licked her bottom lip and, while
raising her gaze, she visually caressed his abdominal muscles and pecs. God,
she’d love to rub her hands over every thick inch. Taking a deep breath to calm
her racing heart, she looked into his eyes.
    “That’s it. Now you’ve got it.”
    Still overly sensitive from the quick fuck she tried
stealing, she nearly burst when he leaned forward and lightly kissed her lips.
His cock massaged her stomach and he proceeded to stroke it up and down her
flesh. She swore the nerves in her navel were connected to her pussy, because
with each agile stroke, her insides constricted and ached and her labia
throbbed.
    He slipped his tongue into her mouth and darted it around,
exploring every moist cranny. The need for control and dominance was prominent
in his eyes. Yet beyond those emotions lay a glimpse of admiration and
compassion. Many times she’d seen the look in Jared’s expression when he’d
professed how much he loved her.
    Was Brent telling the truth when he’d said he’d waited all
these years for her, or was it a mere tactic to get her into his bed? Were his
feelings driven deeper by something other than lust? Despite having sex with
him for all the wrong reasons, she couldn’t stomach the thought of being used.
    She slithered her tongue along his and closed her eyes, but
quickly realized the mistake and fluttered them open. His lips formed a smile
against hers, which made her smile as well.