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fragrance. He ran his tongue along the fleshy high parts of her thighs, stopping to kiss and nibble on her skin. With each pass of his tongue her body pulled tighter. He glanced up the length of her, saw her head tip back and her shoulders fall against the flat pillow.

He blew a cool breath over her and felt her tremble. A soft moan filled the room. She was better than any drug.

“Hands on the wall.” As her body fell deeper into a sensual haze her fingers dropped. And he could not allow that. Not this time.

She immediately listened, stretching her body even longer as she placed her palms flat against the wall. He wanted to praise her, but the need to taste her took over. He swept his tongue along her seam then dipped inside her. He licked around her clit until she squirmed. Heavy breaths punched out of her, and he could see her chest rise and fall.

If only he had a tie, something to hold her arms down, but this would do. He could drive her to the brink of madness just like this. Both of them, actually.

His tongue went back to work and she swelled under his mouth. When his finger slipped inside her, a tiny growling noise, almost like a low hum, rumbled in the back of her throat. He didn’t let up on the pressure. His mouth and fingers took turns. A lick and a thrust, he rotated, touched her in every way at both times, until she soaked his fingers.

When her hips lifted off the bed he stopped. Her body froze except for her head, which lifted as she glared down at him. “What are you doing?”

“You’re not ready.”

She looked ready to pounce. “I am.”

She was. Every cell in her body sang for him. He could feel the gentle shake in her muscles as she strained to keep her legs open. Loved the way her chest rose and fell. And that’s what he wanted. To kiss her everywhere before he entered her. He’d hoped to make this last longer. To make her come then start all over again, but his control waned.

He wanted her. All of her.

Taking his time as much as he could stand it, he walked up the bed on his hands and knees. Let his body brush over hers. Felt the friction of skin against skin and the sharp intake of her breath. He didn’t sit alone on the shaky edge of control. She was right there with him. Proving even more the power she held over him.

He could usually go at this for hours. Enjoy being with a woman until they both were left wrung out and weak. With Natalie, he got to that point so fast. When he’d said she was special, he meant it. He hadn’t totally and completely figured out where she fit in, but she did. Had even back when she was ordering him around and he spent most of his days pretending to ignore her.

His elbows rested on the bed by her neck and his fingers slid into her hair. He reached one hand up and slipped his forefinger into her half-closed palm. Her fingers curled around his one in a loose hold. Still, it was a bond of sorts. One he didn’t want to break.

He fumbled with the other hand to get the condom wrapper open. She watched with a knowing smile on her face, but he did not ask for help. Not this time. After a few false starts he got it open and tugged it on. Still, he didn’t slip inside her. His mouth went to her breasts, and he wondered why he’d let this part of her body go unattended for so long.

He sucked the peaks into his mouth. Slid his fingers through hers as his mouth traveled from one breast to the other. He kissed and sucked. Took her soft skin into his mouth and rolled the nipples between his teeth. By the time he stopped, her ankles pressed into the back of his legs and her grip on his hand tightened to the point of snapping.

Not that he cared. He’d take whatever she wanted to give. He only wished he could survive hours of foreplay. Maybe next time, after he worked her out of his system. After he sheathed his body in hers and let go.

With his hand wrapped around his stiff cock, he started to enter her. Slow at first, then pushing in one long thrust. Her