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He wouldn’t be merely willing—but happy—to do whatever made her come apart for him. Rachel couldn’t find words to reply, so she just whimpered.
    â€œNow.” Decker bent and lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his chest. She shrieked. He tossed her onto the bed, then followed her down as she bounced on the mattress. He flattened her with his body, covering her completely as he dragged her mouth under his and claimed it with a wild kiss that left her hot and gasping under him.
    This was what she’d always envisioned—racing hearts, desire, earnest need, the anticipation of pleasure so explosive . . .
    Raising up on his haunches for a long moment, Decker took in the sight of her naked and flushed. “Damn, you’re more lush and gorgeous than I imagined.”
    The appreciation on his face spoke a million praises. Unlike Owen, he was here not because sex was one of those tiresome marital exchanges he had to contend with. Decker was here because he wanted to be. Because he wanted her.
    The hunger in his eyes made her nipples harden again. Her skin tingled as she waited impatiently to feel his hands all over her again, his thick erection buried deep within her.
    â€œYou imagined me?”
    â€œLooking across the bar at you, yeah. I couldn’t wait to see these.” He cupped her breasts. “Get my mouth on them.”
    Then he was tasting her nipples again. A lick, a nip, a strong suck, and she moaned. Goodness, what he could do with his mouth . . . That direct line of sensation pulsed between her breasts and her slick female flesh below, and she writhed impatiently.
    â€œBut now . . .” He pinned her with a hot blue stare that made her quake. “I’m trying to decide how to make you come first. So many choices, and we’ll get to them all eventually. Should I start with my fingers?”
    Decker rolled slightly away and used one of his legs to pull hers apart. Then he stared straight down at her sex, now wet and pouting and aching. Automatically, she reached down to cover herself. Owen had said that vaginas were messy and unpleasant to look at, so she’d always kept hers shielded from him with a robe or flowing nightie.
    Covering herself only seemed to displease Decker. He manacled her wrists in his grip and transferred them to one big hand before he pinned them to the bed above her head. “Don’t move.”
    Rachel pressed against his hold experimentally. It was solid. She wasn’t getting up until he let her. That should probably have alarmed her, but the ease with which he restrained her in his grip reminded her how small she was compared with him, almost helpless. That wasn’t a feeling she liked in
any
other area of her life, but under Decker as he touched her . . . Everything about the moment was sublimely erotic.
    With her hands trapped, cool air blew across her slick folds. She shivered. “You w-want to look at me?”
    â€œDamn straight. Tonight, that’s my pussy. I’m going to look at it, touch it, taste it . . . violate it in every way I can think of.”
    She blushed, the words coming from Decker’s mouth rousing a tight heat inside her. Then nothing else mattered when he lowered his free hand between her legs, parted her folds with expert fingers, and dragged two of them directly over her most sensitive flesh. Pleasure tingled and burned from that spot, radiating outward for a glorious moment.
    She writhed, moaned, all but begging without words.
    â€œLike that?” he whispered against the side of her breast before he kissed the swell of flesh again, then took her turgid nipple in his mouth once more, sucking it to the roof.
    â€œYes!” she shrieked.
    â€œYou won’t try to keep me from your sweet pussy, will you?”
    Though he phrased his words like a question, Rachel knew quite well that it wasn’t. She looked up at him, licking her