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The sweet spot fluttered to life at his very specific words. She remembered how
shocked she d been when she made that noise, how he d throbbed inside her in
response. She was watching his hands, but at this her eyes flickered up to see intent
desire in his face.
Very distracting, he finished.
It was so sexy to know he wanted her badly, yet held back. It s up to me?
If it was up to me, beautiful, you d be bent over the back of the sofa right now.
His voice, still low and rough but now promising, added color and texture to the image
his words conjured and sent a thrill skittering through her, hardening her nipples,
softening her spine.
Admirable restraint, she said. She might not know his middle name but she knew
when he was utterly serious about taking her. The last time, in her bed, she d been on
her forearms and knees, trembling and awash on waves of pleasure as he covered her
and single-mindedly used the knowledge accumulated during three hours of sex to
drive her to insanity and back. At the end of her last orgasm, he d flipped her onto her
back, braced his hands on either side of her head and surged into her. The unforgettable
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intensity on his face as he let go and ruthlessly sought his own pleasure mesmerized
her& and it wasn t there now.
Heroic, he agreed. His hands stilled for a moment at the very tops of her thighs,
his thumbs brushing rhythmically against the damp lace covering her swollen folds.
This is a difficult decision, she managed to get out. The tease, his hands retreated
to explore the sensitive skin behind her knees. She focused on his tanned fingers, long
and rather deft despite their blunt tips, the nails trimmed almost to the quick. His
caresses slowed and lengthened, massaging her calf and inner knee, hinting that with
the slightest encouragement he d go higher again.
Why s that? he asked, his gaze focused on her face.
Dessert now, she began.
With the words, his hand did stroke up the inside of her leg, stopping just before
the edge of her damp lace panties, then retreating down to safer territory.
This wasn t normal. She d been on several dates since her divorce was finalized and
none of them began with anything other than a drink and casual conversation before
going to the restaurant or the theater. Yet in mere minutes Hunter had his hands up her
skirt and every nerve ending in her body jumping in anticipation of more. No other
man handled her so assuredly.
Different felt very, very good.
Or? he said, amusement flickering in his eyes.
What? Or what? Oh. Dessert later. After dinner.
His eyelids drooped as his index fingers traced the elastic stretched over her
hipbones. No rules, beautiful. You can have dessert before, during and after dinner.
Her skirt now rode the tops of her thighs, his hard forearms dark against her pale,
soft skin of her thighs. The position felt deliciously wanton, but she was, after all, in her
backyard and while the dense summer foliage of the hundred-year-old oak trees
obscured her rear neighbor s house, anyone watching from windows on either side
would see Hunter seducing her on the chaise. She slid her hands down her legs to push
her skirt into a more respectable position.
His hands, now covered by her skirt, stopped hers just above her knees. The heat
and strength of his hands radiated through the material. Dinner first?
Her gaze flickered upward, through her lashes. Dessert first, but inside. I have no
desire to put on a show for my neighbors.
Having second thoughts after your parking lot debut? He stood and held out a
hand to help her to her feet. The silk of her skirt swished gently against her legs as she
led him toward the door, her hand still clasped with his. He opened the door for her.
No second thoughts, no regrets. I m just not doing it again, she said as she
stepped through, then gasped in surprise and delight when he slammed the door
closed. The sheer white curtains slid between her body and the window when he
hoisted her to waist height and pinned her for a long, molten kiss.
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This heat, this shocking, thrilling heat was impossibly better than she remembered,
as was the overwhelming urge to rub her breasts against his hard chest, her pelvis
against his harder erection. No teasing or tantalizing in this kiss, seducing her into
taking a risk with him, just pure, demanding male lust in the hard pressure of his
mouth on hers, the thrust of his tongue.
Hunter pulled out one of the chairs neatly lined up under her kitchen table and
spun her into it.
Oh! she said, but then his mouth was back on hers, taking advantage of the
shocked sound to flick his tongue over the sensitive roof of her mouth. He knelt in front
of her and shoved the fuchsia silk of her skirt to her hips.
Lift, he demanded, then slid her cream lace panties down to the floor.
Lacey widened her knees and reached for the buttons on his shirt while he dug in
his pocket for his wallet and searched for a condom. His normally deft fingers fumbled
while she quickly unfastened each button. She tugged his shirt free from his pants,
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