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her toes to the tips of her aching breasts, all the way to her forehead, where he placed a tender kiss.
    His hot, stiff shaft rested on her belly.
    Wanting him too badly to wait, she reached down between their bodies and stroked the velvety hardness of him. He hissed in her ear as she cupped him gently, then sought to guide him into her.
    But he would have none of it.
    Without entering her, Michael rolled to her side before his mouth returned to hers. He skimmed his hand over her body, then buried it between her legs.
    Catherine hissed in pleasure as her hips lifted instinctively toward his hand.
    He pulled back to stare down at her. “So,” he whispered as his fingers toyed with the sensitive flesh between her thighs. He plunged one finger deep inside her, swirling it around and teasing her with pure, unadulterated pleasure. “Do you remember me now?”
    â€œYes,” she gasped as his fingers did the most wicked things to her body.
    He teased and toyed, his fingers circling and delving, faster and faster, until she was breathless from her aching need.
    â€œAnd do you remember this?” he asked as he circled the core of her body with his thumb.
    â€œYes,” she gasped again as her entire body throbbed.
    He smiled a tender smile. “Now tell me what you want.”
    â€œI want to feel you deep inside me. Now.”
    He released her.
    Catherine whimpered until he picked her up and moved her yet again. “What are you doing now?”
    He led her to where her mirror stood in the corner. “You’ll see,” he whispered in her ear, raising chills on her arms.
    He stood her before the mirror, where she could watch his hands as they caressed her body, kneaded her breasts, and masterfully stroked the flesh of her stomach.
    He brushed her hair over her right shoulder to where it covered most of her and buried his lips in the curve of her neck.
    Reaching up over her head, she buried her hand in his hair and groaned in pleasure.
    â€œYou still smell like sunshine,” he whispered in her ear before swirling his tongue over the sensitive flesh. And when he plunged his tongue inside her ear, she melted and moaned as her entire body erupted into flames.
    Catherine trembled all over as she watched his hands cup her breasts possessively. He pressed them, kneaded them, caressed them until she could barely stand it.
    â€œI want to touch you,” she said hoarsely, trying to turn around in his arms.
    He stopped her. “You will,” he said. “But not yet. Not until I devour you.”
    â€œThen devour me.”
    His rich laugh echoed in her ear. “Yes, ma’am,” he whispered. “I’m more than happy to oblige you.”
    And then he trailed kisses down her spine. Slowly, methodically, covering every tiny inch of her flesh. She didn’t know how her legs managed to keep her standing, for they trembled until she was sure she would fall.
    His warm breath caressed her flesh as his hot, wet mouth teased her skin. He paused at the small of her back, his tongue gently stroking her buttocks. His hands circled around in front of her as he knelt on the floor at her feet.
    Then his lips kissed the backs of her thighs, her knees, her calves, and when he got to her ankles, she jumped in erotic pleasure.
    He laughed, then nudged her legs farther apart.
    Fevered and hot, she did as he wanted and watched in the mirror as he positioned his body between her legs and kissed the front of her knees, her thighs.
    He paused at the juncture of her thighs.
    Her gaze transfixed by the sight of him in the looking glass, Catherine’s entire body pulsed as his hot breath scorched her skin. He ran his left hand through her dark, short curls, kneading her erotically. Then, using both hands, he gently separated the tender folds and buried his mouth at the center of her body.
    Tremors of ecstasy shook her.
    O’Connell wanted to shout in victory as he tasted the most private part of