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engorged tip along his jaw, regretting the loss of his beard. She needed friction, movement, and clitoral stimulation—his cock inside her body. Now! “I go for what I want.”
    “That word again, but not how I wanted you to use it.”
    “Tough!” Her body ached for release, and he wanted to play semantics. If he wasn’t going to give her what she needed, she’d play with Jake the Saddle Tramp. He never made unreasonable demands. “Look, if you’re just going to play mind games with me now, you can take your little power trip with you when the door hits you on the ass.” Her hips strained upward in an attempt to unseat him.
    Instead, her wriggling only managed to aid his cock. The shaft was centered now between the folds of her pussy. She gasped, feeling her face contort with dismay and frustration. She hated that he could see her torment. He dipped his head to her shoulder and rested his forehead there for a moment. Was he girding himself to pull away from temptation? Or to be swept along with the storm?
    Her body trembled with need. Please, let it be the latter.

Chapter Six
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    D eclan groaned. The shiver that racked her body was so powerful, his body tightened with the need to answer with a thrust. How he would have loved to drive straight up inside her, take his pleasure, and be done with it. But the woman needed to learn she couldn’t lead a man by his ballocks.
    Now, if he could just convince his ballocks…
    His cock pressed into the side of her soft hip, and he took a deep breath to calm his pounding heart. Then he brought her hands together and held them clasped between one of his. He leaned to the side, keeping her legs trapped, so that her torso was free of his weight. With his free hand, he was now able to explore her flesh at his leisure.
    Rising on his elbow, he stared down into her angry face. “Give me your mouth,” he commanded.
    Her lips tightened into a thin, mutinous line while her gaze shot daggers at him.
    He sighed. She was one stubborn wench. “You want to do this the hard way?” His hand smoothed over her shoulder and lowered to one quivering breast. He circled the supple, round globe, never approaching the reddening areola.
    Her skin was soft as silk beneath his fingertips, creamy-white with a tracery of thin blue lines just below the surface. The freckles splattered across her chest looked like flecks of gold strewn haphazardly by an artist intent on luring a man to see whether he could lift the flecks with his tongue. Her nipple was distended, a rosy, pouting bud shaped for a man’s mouth to suckle.
    He gave into temptation and administered several gentle pinches to the creamy mounds, and then leaned down to flutter his tongue on the tip of her nipple, wetting it.
    Her breath caught on a ragged gasp, but she clamped her mouth shut again.
    His gaze sought hers as he leaned down and blew over the tip.
    “Bastard!” she moaned, her hips twisting from one side to the other. “Take it in your mouth.”
    “When I’m ready.”
    She writhed, nudging her hips against his cock. “Feels like you’re more than ready.”
    He gritted his teeth as she nudged him again. “Say the damn word.”
    “Fuck you.”
    He shook his head and forced a smile. “You must have been a trial to your teachers.”
    His hand glided lower, following the gentle dip and swell of her belly, lingering to scrape the few freckles decorating her skin there. He spread his fingers wide and discovered his hand nearly spanned the width between the rounded notches at the top of her hips, reminding him of her petite size. Slowly, he rimmed her shallow navel.
    Her stomach quivered and jerked upward. Her head lurched off the bed. “Please!”
    He ignored her entreaty and continued his downward path, skimming her lower belly until he reached the soft, nude flesh of her mons. He wondered if her pelt would be as red as the hair on her head if she let it grow.
    The pale petals beckoned him to glide down the center path of