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with her shirt. When his hands cupped her breasts, she cried out with the need that surged through her, her eyes closed and her head flew backwards. Then his thumbs rubbed against her taut nipples and her knees almost went out, her body just about collapsing but his strong arm wrapped around her and she gathered her need, pushing herself against him. Her hands moved upwards, then slid down his chest so that her fingers could reciprocate, wanting to feel his skin under her hands.
When her fingers finally found his skin, she felt a whoosh and suddenly realized that he’d just pulled off his sweater, giving her more freedom to explore this man who had fascinated her for so long. This wasn’t the first time she’d touched him like this, but it was the first time in more than seven years and she reveled in the glorious feel of his hard, muscular chest and arms with the light coating of hair covering his hot, tanned skin. She couldn’t stop herself from leaning forward and tasting, her tongue zipping out and feeling. When she heard his sharp intake of breath, saw that his teeth were gritting as she explored, she felt more bold, empowered and powerful. Her mouth moved upward, finding the flat, male nipple and tasting there, discovering that he liked that as much as she did when he rubbed his finger over her nipples.
“Enough,” he said roughly and lifted her up, placing her in the center of his bed. He looked down at her as he stripped off his jeans, watching her writhe on the bed with her dark hair spilled out over the dark sheets. He’d imagined her like this so many times it was hard to believe that she was real. That he was actually going to make love to this woman who had gotten under his skin so thoroughly.
When he was completely naked, he saw her eyes widen with curiosity. He grabbed protection from his nightstand, but came down to her, his mouth exploring her body, tasting the softness his fingers had already discovered. His hands moved down to her jeans, unsnapping them quickly before he stood once more to pull the material away. When he saw her pink underwear, he would have smiled if he had the ability. But he was in too much pain to do more than toss her jeans behind him before he came back to her, reverently kneeling over her as he ran his hands up her smooth calf to her soft thigh.
When she tried to pull her leg away, he only smiled and held onto her leg, pinning her down gently as his mouth followed the same path his hands had just traveled. When he reached that adorable, pink cotton, she was gasping for breath and her eyes were closed, her head swiveling back and forth while her hands gripped the bed covers on either side of her.
He slid one finger inside, running along the top and she arched her hips against his hand. He grinned and let his fingers move lower and her reaction was more than he could have hoped. Every fiber of her being was focused on his hand, on where he might move next. When he slipped the material down her legs, she automatically lifted up higher, wanting the barrier gone as much as he did.
When she was finally naked, finally in his arms exactly how he’d dreamed about her, he couldn’t help the tidal wave of possession that surged through him at that moment. She was all his. After so long, after denying himself all those years ago, he was going to find out what it was like to be buried inside this tiny, sexy woman.
And she was more beautiful than he’d ever thought possible. Her breasts were a handful, spilling over his fingers and filling up his palm. Her waist was tiny, slender and those hips flared out slightly. He could see her hip bones but he would make sure that she ate well enough that she filled out more there.
Her legs! For such a tiny woman, she had the longest, sexiest legs he’d ever seen. He knew models that didn’t have legs this beautiful, he thought. Bending low, he placed a kiss right on her hip, low so that she knew what his intentions were. When she grabbed his head with both hands, he simply took her hands in his and held them out to the side. “You’re not going to stop me,