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his life pumping iron and popping steroids, but sculpted enough his abs were taut, his pecs defined and covered with just the right amount of darkish, brownish, blonde chest hair.

    She caught him studying her chest with the same fascination, and the intensity of his stare had her nipples contracting and thrusting forward, puckering the silky fabric of her bra. As he lifted a hand to touch her through the satin material, she took the opportunity to study him. She adored the way his chest rose and fell with his breathing, and the steady bump of his heart beneath his skin.

    Oh, and she relished the feeling of air and light on her skin when he removed her bra with practiced ease. Even more, she loved his almost reverent intake of breath as he cupped her breasts in his big hands. “They’re so spectacular, I thought I’d imagined them.”

    She chuckled. He wasn’t the first man to call her breasts remarkable, but she’d be lying if she didn’t admit to being a little vain about them.

    “They’re real,” she assured him.

    “I feel a sudden urge for us to join one of those remote tribes you see on the Discovery Channel , just so I can watch these, loose and free like this, every day.”

    She let her gaze run up and down his half-clothed body. “I don’t think I’d mind watching you in your loincloth and spear,” she said, with lustful silliness, staring straight at his crotch. If spear was extravagant, she thought a bat might be about right. Suddenly, she was dying to know. What was he packing?

    She’d felt his erection in the closet and had been thinking of it more often than she probably should. But now she needed to see it, hold it, taste it. But more than all of that, she needed to feel him thrusting deep inside her body.

    The relentless, wet wanting between her legs became more insistent. She reached for the string to his shorts, but her hands were brushed aside. He worked with quiet concentration, sliding his hand into the waistband of her panties, freeing her of the remainder of the last scrap of her clothing.

    Bright sunlight streamed into the kitchen. It couldn’t be more different than the dark, cramped confines of the closet where this had begun last night. She thought of the encounter in Carson’s closet as foreplay, a teasing hint of what was about to take place.

    A stronger woman might be able to resist Sterling, but Naja knew she couldn’t. Not
    anymore. Having experienced the spine tingling orgasm she had last night seemed to have diminished her uncertainty about getting involved with him. Sure, she might end up losing her heart, but right now, being intimately connected with him seemed a whole lot more important.

    She trembled as Sterling hoisted her onto the counter then gasped as she settled on the granite, so cold against her hot flesh.

    He spread her legs and sank to his haunches.

    Hands behind her on the counter, she braced herself, every part of her quivering for him.
    His head looked dark between her thighs. The sun glinted off brownish blonde colored hair and a few gray strands stood out. She wanted to reach forward and touch the silky strands, but had a feeling she’d need to keep her hands planted behind her to stay earthbound.

    She felt his breath, soft and erotic on the inside of her thighs, could feel it waft against her like a gentle breeze through a wheat field. She ached for the touch of his tongue on her trembling flesh and it came, but not where she most burningly wanted it. He’d kissed the inside of her thigh.

    “Mmm,” she purred, her eyes drifting shut to savor the sensations. She’d probably been this turned on before. She simply couldn’t remember when.

    He placed a row of kisses in entirely the wrong direction from where she so desperately needed him.

    “Mmm-mmm.” This time the sound she emitted was more a groan than a purr.

    There was a time for teasing, a time for long gradual buildup. Now was not one of those occasions. He didn’t seem to have