usly.
I reach for the second button on his shirt and hear him
catch his breath.
“I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to,” I whisper.
“No,” he responds quickly. “Do. It’s fine. I’m good,”
he mutters.
I gently undo the button and my fingers glide down his
shirt to the next. His eyes are large and luminous, his lips
parted as his breathing shallows. He is so beautiful, even in
his fear . . . because of his fear. I undo the third button and
notice his soft hair poking through the large V of the shirt.
“I want to kiss you there,” I murmur.
He inhales sharply. “Kiss me?”
“Yes,” I murmur.
His gasps as I undo the next button and very slowly
lean forward, making my intention clear. He’s holding his
breath, but stands stock-still as I plant a gentle kiss among
the soft, exposed curls. I undo the final button and lift my
face to him. He’s gazing at me, and there’s a look of
satisfaction, calm, and . . . wonder on his face.
“It’s getting easier, isn’t it?” I whisper.
He nods as I slowly push his shirt off his shoulders and
let it fall to the floor.
“What ha一ve you done to me, Ana?” he murmurs.
“What ha一ve you done to me, Ana?” he murmurs.
“Whatever it is, don’t stop.” And he gathers me in his
arms, fisting both his hands in my hair and pulling my head
right back so that he can ha一ve easy access to my throat.
He runs his lips up to my jaw, nipping softly. I groan.
Oh, I want this man. My fingers fumble at his waistband,
undoing the button and pulling down the zipper.
“Oh, baby,” he breathes as he kisses me behind my
ear. I feel his erection, firm and hard, straining against me.
I want him—in my mouth. I step back abruptly and drop
to my knees.
“Whoa?” he gasps.
I tug his pants and boxers sharply, and he springs free.
Before he can stop me, I take him into my mouth, sucking
hard, enjoying his shocked astonishment as his mouth
drops open. He gazes down at me, watching my every
move, eyes so dark and filled with carnal bliss. Oh my. I
sheath my teeth and suck harder. He closes h
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