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tiny little thing…” He brushed his fingertips along the swell above her lacy bra, “you’re well blessed here. So soft,” he whispered, caressing the quivering mounds.
    “Trevor,” she breathed.
    “What is it you want, little fairy?” He curled the tip of a finger under the lace. “This?” He rubbed at the straining tip.
    The word she spoke was both plea and moan. “Please.”
    He tugged at the strip of sheer lace until a turgid nipple popped free. The stab of his tongue against the tightened bud made her back arch up off the bed, her arms coming down to capture his head. She moaned at the pull of his mouth on her as though he meant to swallow her whole.
    The front clasp of her bra snapped free without her notice, and his mouth moved to her other breast, treating it to the same loving attention. With mouth and fingers, he worshiped the bountifulness of her until she felt her own blood thicken within her like warmed honey. A whimper escaped her lips at the loss of sensation when he lifted his head, even as her frantic fingers jerked at the sweater covering his chest, desperate for the feel of heated flesh.
    He sat up to strip the offending garment over his head, and the sight of all that dusky, sculpted skin had her scrambling up onto her knees.
    “What’s good for the goose...” Greedily, she pressed her palms to the muscled planes of his chest. Like a blind woman, she learned his form, palms savoring, brushing at the light dusting of springy hair here, fingers testing, pressing into pads of muscle there. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
    She spread her hands over the wide expanse of warm skin and couldn’t stop herself from leaning in to press a kiss to the skin over his heart. Her questing fingers found one tiny nipple in the dark spray of hair, and she licked at it like a kitten, humming her pleasure. His low groan of response thrilled and delighted her.
    With a grin, she straightened. She sat back on her heels and met his heated gaze. “I’m still wearing my boots.”
    “You have entirely too much on.” A big hand to her chest sent her sprawling onto her back. Her laughter pealed through the quiet apartment as he went about addressing the situation. Stripping her of her boots and jeans, he fingered her lacy panties. “I approve of your choice of underwear, baby.” He pressed a kiss to the lacy green material covering her. “But these need to go.”
    Dizzy with anticipation, she fingered the button of his jeans. “They go when these go.”
    With an urgency that had her laughter returning, he jackknifed until he was flat on his back. He shed himself of his own boots and jeans with more motion than grace, and then rolled to his side to look down at her once more. Sliding his fingers down her flat belly, he slipped the lacy panties down her legs until she lay naked under his hot gaze. “So much in such a little package.” His eyes were the color of a turbulent winter storm when they met hers. “You’re beautiful, Meggy.”
    “When you look at me like that, I feel beautiful,” she admitted artlessly.
    His mouth covered hers in a searing kiss, and she lost herself to the feel of her lover’s hands on her. He explored her textures with gentle strokes, touching her everywhere until she was writhing with need beneath his talented exploration.
    When a long finger plunged inside her, his groan was low and ragged, and she felt herself slipping toward explosion. Frantic, her fingers clawed at his briefs, shoving them down his hips to be kicked aside.
    “Inside you, Meggy.” His voice was a guttural growl. “I need to be inside you.”
    Heartily agreeing, she could only nod. She watched him cover himself with a condom from a packet waiting on the bedside table.
    Then he mounted her, seating himself between her thighs.
    Molten silver smoldered down at her from his darkened eyes.
    “Watch me while I make you mine, fairy girl.” And with an utterly male smile, he slid inside her.
    The feeling of coming