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torture me any longer.
    But he didn’t move. He simply stood there, staring.
    â€œWhy are you still dressed?” she asked, pushing herself up onto her elbows.
    Her words broke his stillness. “Distracted,” he said, climbing onto the bed and gently pushing her back down before running his hands up the length of her calves to her knees, exerting pressure to open her wide. “The sight of you lying there distracts me. You’re so beautiful, I don’t want to ruin you.”
    â€œMaybe I want you to ruin me.”
    He pressed a kiss to the inside of her propped knee, his hands running higher, fingers plucking at her panties, taunting her. “Be careful what you wish for.” He lifted his head, and a thrill of excitement lanced through her at the intensity of his gaze.
    â€œCan you do something for me?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œShow me what you like.”
    â€œWhat do you mean?”
    He slid his hands even higher, along her waist, up her sides to her shoulders and back down over her breasts. “Where do you like to be touched?” He worked his fingers beneath the lace of the right cup of her bra, grazing a nipple. “Show me how hard.”
    She arched toward his touch. Why show him when what he was doing already felt so good? He skimmed his hands down her body again and sat back. “Touch yourself, Daisy. Let me watch.”
    With her back still arched off the bed, she reached around to undo the clasp of her bra, and once it was undone, she tossed it to the floor. His gaze never left her, and she felt it like a physical thing—a caress. Though he didn’t say anything to her, his eyes directed her hands as she began kneading her own flesh, circling her nipples with her thumbs, pinching them, moaning at the sensation.
    He groaned, a sound of pleasure that ignited her blood and woke a part of her that had apparently been in hibernation. She moved her hands beneath her heavy breasts and lifted them in offering to him.
    Jamie made a deep rumbling sound at the back of his throat and dropped to her level, helping himself to her proffered breasts: tasting, licking, fondling them. Gentle at first, then rough. Biting and pinching, until Daisy was crying out in ecstasy.
    It was all so good.
    But she needed more. She needed to touch him. She needed to feel the connection of warm skin against skin, and Jamie had way too many clothes on. This time when she worked her hands up under his shirt, she knew exactly what she was doing. She knew exactly what she wanted: hot skin over solid muscle. Seriously, the man had the most amazing body, and she needed more of it. All of it.
    Fumbling with the buttons on his dress shirt—stupid, tiny buttons—Daisy gave up. “Take it off, please.”
    He didn’t listen. He just kept kissing her, devouring her as if she was his favorite dessert.
    â€œJamie.” She tugged the material, wishing she had the nerve to rip it.
    He lifted his head to look at her, his hair falling haphazardly across his forehead. He ran a thumb over her swollen lips and said, “You know what’s going to happen the second I have my clothes off?”
    Daisy nodded. She knew and she wanted it.
    â€œAre you sure you’re ready for that?”
    Taking Jamie’s hand, she pushed it down between them, between her legs, moving her panties to one side so that Jamie could touch her, sink his fingers inside her.
    â€œOh, baby.” There was that note of reverence again. “You’re so wet.” He plunged inside, and Daisy held on to his hand because she could barely stand the intensity of the pleasure.
    â€œAh!”
    With a groan, Jamie withdrew and sat back on his heels so he could finish undoing the buttons on his shirt. “Keep touching yourself, Daisy. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
    Happily, Daisy rubbed herself over her panties, moaning as she massaged her tight clit. Jamie’s nostrils flared as