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them.
    Her eyes slid shut, and she parted her mouth, sneaking a taste of him with the tip of her own tongue. His big body shuddered, and he swept her into his arms.
    She expected to be laid on his bed, was in fact looking forward to it, but he stood her on her feet again.
    She looked down and saw that he'd placed her on a footstool. Her gaze flew up to his, but he wasn't looking at her face. His attention was fixed on her breasts where hard nipples were outlined by the thin fabric of her sweater set.
    He brushed them with the backs of his hands, and they tightened to a point between pain and pleasure.
    "You're sensitive there."
    "Y-yes… "
    "I like that." His voice caressed nerve endings not exposed to his touch. "And I like touching you."
    She cried out as he caught her nipples between two fingers and squeezed.
    "I want to taste you, too. You are going to love having my mouth on you." His smile was all predatory male. "But first we've got to get your clothes off."
    At least this time it was we, not take your clothes off.
    He reached around her, and she felt the button and zipper on her skirt give. He tugged at it, and the denim slid down her thighs, exposing her stockings and the bottom half of her corselette. She gasped as it fell to the floor, making a pool of fabric around the feet of the small footstool.
    Then his hands went to the hem of her top, and she grabbed his wrists.
    He looked at her then, his eyes hotter than molten metal. "Let me."
    "You're still dressed."
    "You aren't ready to see me naked yet."
    It sounded like a threat, and she swallowed. "Are you very big?"
    "We'll fit, that's all that matters."
    "How can you be so sure?"
    "You're going to have to trust me on this."
    She nodded, but trepidation was sliding down her spine like a wet icicle on a glacier. She shivered.
    "Kiss me, Phoebe."
    "You want me to kiss you?"
    He leaned down until his lips were almost touching hers. "Yes." Warm air from his mouth brushed over hers.
    Suddenly kissing him seemed like the only thing she wanted from life, and she pressed her mouth to his. She felt the contact all the way to the core of her. She let go of his wrists to tunnel her fingers into his hair. She latched on to the glossy black strands and moved her mouth over his with more enthusiasm than expertise.
    He didn't seem to mind her lack of technique. His lips parted, and his tongue teased her. She let him into her mouth, and he drew her into a mating dance with their tongues that had her losing all sense of reality.

    He pulled his mouth away, and she whimpered. He unhooked her hands from his hair in order to pull off her sweater. Then he stepped back and just looked at her. She was standing only about six inches above the floor, but she felt more as though she was on a six-foot-tall pedestal. As if she'd been put on display for his express pleasure, which in fact, she had. Rather than being bothered by that, she found it extremely arousing to think that just looking at her gave him pleasure.
    His expression mesmerized her into immobility, and she allowed him to look his fill.
    She didn't even try to cover her breasts when he reached out and slid the cups of her corselette down to expose them completely. He'd had her like this before, and there was something about the way he looked at her that made her feel both proud and excited.
    His fingertip teased her right nipple, the sensation a thousand times more impacting without the layers of her clothes between them.
    She groaned.
    "Do you like that, baby?"
    "Yes."
    His left hand joined his right, and both her nipples were subjected to the same sensual torture. She felt wetness and heat between her legs. She pressed her thighs together, but the relief was very short lived. Within seconds, it just seemed to make it worse.
    "Rand."
    "What's the matter?" His voice wasn't his usual smooth drawl, but had a guttural quality that said he was affected, too.
    "I need…" She didn't know how to say what she needed.
    "What do you