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heat.
    “Bri,” he whispered, “you can’t imagine how long I’ve wanted
to do this.”  He pulled her away from the door and keeping her body against
his, walked her backward further into the room.
    Then he lifted his head from her neck and with slow
deliberation, he unsnapped each snap on his shirt and peeled it off.  “I want
to feel your hands on me, not my shirt.”
    She leaned into him and placed her hands on his chest.  His
quick snatch of breath gave her a feeling of power and she slipped her hands
boldly up and down his torso.  His eyes had closed at her first touch, but when
she looked up at him again, they were open and she reveled at the desire she
saw in them.
    He stood still, wanting her to feel free to touch and
investigate his body, his eyes watching her face as she explored his deeply
tanned chest.
    Briann loved the feel of his hard muscles beneath her hands. 
The sprinkling of dark hair across his chest narrowed as she looked lower and
she was intrigued by the narrow band of curls that dipped down and disappeared
below his belt buckle.  Her hands explored the hard ridges of muscles across
his stomach, but when they began dropping lower, he caught them in his.
    “Not yet,” he cautioned.  “But soon, sugar.  Soon we’ll each
know the other’s body very well.”  He had already discovered her bra was a
front fastener and with one swift movement, he opened it and pushed it back off
her shoulders.  His eyes were heavy with longing as he looked at her.  “You are
so beautiful.”
    She managed a nervous smile.  “So are you.”
    He grinned.  “Men aren’t beautiful.”
    “You are,” she insisted.  “I love the hardness of your
muscles, the heat of you, the way I feel when I touch you.  I just want to keep
touching you.”
    “No holds barred, baby.  Touch all you want.”  He dropped
his head and flicked his tongue against the base of her throat.  His hands
covered her bare breasts and he gently stroked the hard pebbles that formed
beneath his palms.  He gasped in surprise when her lips closed around his dark
paps.
    “You even taste good,” she murmured.
    The heat of his hands wondered over her upper body just as
her own were doing to him, but then he pulled away from her.  “I’m going to
finish undressing you, Bri.  If there’s any chance that you want to stop this,
now’s the time.”
    While he spoke, he dropped his hands to the waist band of
her jeans and unfastened her belt-buckle and the top button beneath it.
    She shook her head slowly.  “I don’t want to stop this,
Slade.  I want whatever comes next.”  She watched his hand slide her zipper
down even as her own hands reached for his buckle and pulled it loose.  “I want
to undress you too, and feel all those muscles that I haven’t been able to see,
with my hands.
    He growled again, his hands slipping down inside the back of
her jeans pulling her against him.  “I don’t want to rush you.  I want to make
sure you know just how good this can be, but if you keep talking to me like
that, those little hands of yours are going to be more than I can take.”  His
mouth found hers and they melted together, their tongues stroking each other
sensuously.  His hands slipped lower beneath the seat of her tight jeans and he
lifted her up.
    Instinctively, Briann’s legs opened and slipped around his
waist, fastening her ankles together behind him.  The heat between her legs now
snugged up against the hard ridge in the front of his jeans.  He wished she was
still backed up against the door, but since she wasn’t, he lowered her onto the
mattress his hips held securely between her legs.  The hard ridge of his
arousal nestled against her.  He lifted his head and looked down at her.  “You
might not have done this before, but, baby, you know just how to dance this
dance.”
    Briann smiled.  She unfastened her legs and dragged her
hands up his back, but then pushing them back down.  “I can’t seem