th. “Let’s take this slow.” He unfurls his fingers in my hair, keeping
me in place as his tongue invades my mouth, seeking, tasting, calming . . .
inflaming. Oh, my man can kiss. I caress his face, my fingers moving
tentatively down to his chin then to his throat, and I start again on the buttons
of his shirt, taking my time, as he continues to kiss me. Slowly I pull his shirt
of his shirt, taking my time, as he continues to kiss me. Slowly I pull his shirt
apart, my fingers trailing over his cla一vicles, feeling their way across his warm,
silky skin. I push him gently back until he’s lying beneath me. Sitting up, I
gaze down at him, aware that I’m squirming against his growing erection.
Hmm. I trace my fingers across his lips to his jaw then down his neck, over
his Adam’s apple to that little dip at the base of his throat. My beautiful man.
I lean down, and my kisses follow the tips of my fingers. My teeth graze his
jaw and kiss his throat. He closes his eyes.
“Ah.” He groans and tilts his head back, giving me easier access to the base
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Christian lost and aroused is just so exhilarating . . . and so arousing to me.
My tongue trails down his sternum, twirling through his chest hair. Hmm. He
tastes so good. He smells so good. Intoxicating. I kiss first one, then two of
his small round scars, and he grasps my hips, so my fingers halt on his chest
as I gaze down at him. His breathing is harsh.
“You want this? Here?” he breathes, his eyes hooded with a heady
combination of love and lust.
“Yes,” I murmur, and my lips and tongue graze across his chest to his nipple. I
pull and roll it gently with my teeth.
“Oh, Ana,” he whispers and circling my waist he lifts me, tugging at his button
and fly so he springs free. He sits me down again, and I push against him,
delighting in the feel of him hot and hard beneath me. He runs his hands up
my thighs, pausing where my thigh-highs stop and
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