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you’ll leave. Again.”
    “I won’t make you promises. But I’m here with you right now. Why don’t we just start there and see what happens next?”
    Holy hell, those weren’t bad lines. Other than his hand on her hip, he didn’t make any other attempt to touch her. The sentiment was clear—she would have to make the next move.
    Slowly she dipped her head and pressed her lips against his. Unable to stop there, she parted her lips and used her tongue to finally taste him. Salty and sweet were the first words to come to mind. Most likely from the snacks he’d stolen earlier. He pressed forward adding only the slightest amount of pressure back.
    She ran her fingertips down his chest and stopped at the trail of hair which led to his increasing arousal.
    He broke their kiss and gave her hip another squeeze. “Do you want me?”
    The words stuck in her throat, so she answered with a jerky nod.
    “Wrap your hand around me.”
    Samantha slid her fingers around his cock, using her thumb to tease the head. She explored the soft texture of skin. With each rub his girth increased in her hand. She watched his stomach muscles tense.
    His breath hitched, and his tone sharpened. “I’m going to touch you now.”
    She didn’t let go, and he reached around her arm to gain access to her sex. He started with her clit, massaging it with circles. Her hand tightened over his cock, and pleasure swam up her body.
    Carter moved a finger to her folds and teased the entrance. Samantha closed her eyes and rubbed up and down his length. He inserted a finger in her wetness and matched her rhythm stroke for stroke. She opened her eyes at his low moan.
    “Wait.” He withdrew his hand and pulled her wrist away from him. “I don’t want this to end too quickly.”
    She smiled at his serious tone and drifted back to her side on the soft blanket. “How slow are we talking?”
    “I need at least an hour with your breasts.”
    “An hour? They’re not that big.”
    “No, but they are that amazing.”
    He lay back and hooked an arm around her waist to pull her on top of him, scooting her ass up above his waist. “Sit up, and arch your back a little.”
    She stretched back, and he tucked his hands behind his head.
    “Now put your hands in your hair.”
    Again she did what he asked and watched the light flicker across his chestnut eyes. She was exposed and posing for him, and she liked it.
    “You are so beautiful. Too beautiful to be real.”
    “Are you going to spend the entire hour staring at my breasts?”
    “No, I’m going to suck on your nipples and tease them with my teeth and massage them until you beg me to suck on them again.”
    Her arms dropped to her sides. “Eff me.”
    His chest rumbled with his laugh. “That’s the plan. Eventually.”
    Her nipples tightened to a point of aching, and she knew she’d be near climax if he came through on his promises of foreplay. She’d never been with a man who’d taken so much time enjoying the sight of her body. The feelings he produced were amazing—empowered, wanted, special.
    He moved his hand toward her and grazed her left nipple with his thumb. She ground her hips hard against his stomach. He cupped the same breast in his hand, and she leaned down to offer it to his mouth. His perfect, bow-shaped mouth covered her nipple, and he sucked and licked the hardened tip.
    She tilted her hips back, stretching to get her sex closer to his cock. His hand held her ass in place to stop the migration, his fingertips biting into her flesh to keep her still. With his hot breath still close to her skin he whispered, “I’m not ready for you yet.”
    The torture. The sweet, magnificent, unmatched torture. She rocked against him, needing the relief of pressure against her sex.
    “Carter, please.”
    “Say it again.”
    “Please.”
    “No, my name.”
    “Carter.”
    He let go of her ass only to switch hands. Then, he made love to her right breast in the same slow manner he’d done with