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her body.
She cuddled close, her cheek to his abdomen.
    “No one’s ever done that for me
before,” he whispered against the smooth, fragrant skin of her neck.
    “Done what?” she whispered back as
if they were deep beneath a pile of bedclothes on an intimate stormy night
where only reverent whispers were allowed.
    “Taken me like that. Made me come.
Swallowed for me.”
    He heard how pathetic that sounded
as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Shit. Yet in some weird way, the
act had been more intimate, more intense, more powerful than losing himself
inside a woman’s body, even hers last night.
    She smoothed her hands along his
thighs, his butt, but she didn’t say anything.
    Yeah, he might be pathetic, but she’d
given him something he’d never had, and damned if he would spoil the best
freaking moment of his life. “Come here.”
    He pulled her up onto his lap and
wrapped his arms around her. She clung to him as he clung to her, still without
a word. And as odd as it was that a blow job was more intimate than burying
himself deep in her body, the silence rang with more meaning than any words
could have done.
     
    * * * * *
     
    No one had ever done that for him
because no one had ever loved him the way she could. Randi trapped the words
inside with a moment of silence.
    Finally, after a minute, maybe two,
who could tell, he reached up to brush the tangled hair from her face. “I think
we should go to bed. I really, really want to be inside you.”
    He didn’t call it making love, but
he didn’t say fucking either.
    Okay? I’d love to? She
settled for, “Yes, please,” then slid off his lap. He rose, tugging his jeans
back over his hips as he stood, zipping up and rebuckling.
    Holy Moly Mother, she just might
cry if she said another word. That’s how intensely she’d loved the feel of him
in her mouth. The heaven in his taste.
    He bent his knees, scooped her up,
and pulled her legs around him, clasping his hands beneath her butt. She
steadied herself with her arms around his neck. Taking him with her mouth had
left her wet and wanting. She’d almost put her hand between her legs and
touched herself as she sucked him. Now, her body rubbed against his as he
walked, and hot sensation made her gasp.
    In the bedroom, he dumped her on
the bed. She sprawled across the center as he turned on the bedside lamp, then
fished condoms from his wallet and threw them on the side table.
    He moved to stand between her legs.
“Pull up your top.”
    She did, inching it across her
abdomen, over her breasts, her pinkies dragging across lace-covered nipples.
She left it bunched above the swell of her breasts and beneath her armpits.
    He liked the show. He filled the
front of his jeans, and his eyes, with the light behind him, were dark pools of
want she could lose her soul in.
    “Undo your bra.” He spoke in a
husky rasp.
    She popped the front clasp, then
did a deliberate graze of lace over her peaks. Her lower body squirmed with
sweet intensity. The outline of his cock deepened inside his jeans.
    Following his instructions to the
letter, she didn’t wriggle out of the bra, but left it lilting at her sides.
    “Your skirt, tug it up to your
waist.”
    She wanted to be naked, yet
remaining half-clothed was naughty, erotic. Hot. She tugged, wriggled,
revealing first the tops of her thighs, then a blue cotton thong, the
embroidered daisy, and finally, her belly button. Before she’d been wet. Now,
the cotton was drenched. His look, lids at half-mast, eyes dilated, dark,
wanting, needy, stole the breath from her chest. The beat of her heart pulsed
in her ears. Mick had never made her feel so sexy. So wanted. Not even in the
beginning.
    And she would not think about Mick now .
    “Panties. Take them off.”
    Ooh, there was something delicious
in being ordered about in that husky, raspy, heavy male voice. She hooked her
fingers in the top of the elastic and dragged down the cotton. Slowly,
sensuously, she swished her hips