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Woman was made for man…
it was just…damn, he was big.
    Her gaze
flicked up to find him standing beside the bed gazing down at her.
She couldn’t see his expression as he studied her, but she felt his
gaze like a hot brand sweeping her overly-generous curves. It was
almost enough to dampen her ardour, and she immediately sought to
cover what she could, bending the leg closest to him instinctively,
her arm coming across to hide her ample breasts from view.
    “No.” The word
was husky, a hint of a rasp in it. “Don’t cover yourself.”
    Self-consciously she started to sit, but he planted his knee on the
bed and came up, crawling across it sinuously like a giant cat
stalking prey, his eyes feasting on her curves.
    Unnerved, she
stilled, her heart thumping as he reached out to place one hand on
her knee, taking her wrist in his other hand to pull her arm away
from her breasts. Moving to kneel upright beside her, he placed her
wrist to the side, resting her hand palm-up on the bed.
    And then he
just looked his fill of her. It was small comfort to know he
couldn’t see all her faults, but knowing he was looking at her
basic shape made Cherry cringed inwardly. To have a specimen such
as him look at someone like her before intimacy between them seemed
somehow wrong.
    Glancing away,
she bit her lip, only to swing her disbelieving gaze back to his
face when he murmured throatily, “Beautiful.” That warm palm slid
down her thigh slowly. “Womanly. Soft. Rubenesque. The way a woman
should be.” His voice was husky, and she could swear desire smoked
through the deep tones.
    There was no
doubting the heat that pooled so low inside her as his hand slid
further down her thigh. Bloody hell, Damien was one gifted lover,
making her feel special. Beautiful. This was a time she was going
to treasure forever.
    Her heart
thudded harder, nipples peaking as his fingers trailed lazily down
the inside of her thigh while his gaze rose to her eyes. “How do
you like a man, Molly Jones?”
    Suddenly she
wished he would call her Cherry, but it was too risky. Molly Jones
she was at this moment, beautiful and seductive, and about to be
filled with this specimen of hunk-hood. She swore she was going to
kiss Susie every day for a long time after this night.
    “How do you
like to be loved?” he continued throatily. “Hard? Fast? Slow?” His
fingers brushed the curls protecting her secrets and her breath
caught. “Tell me how you like it, Molly Jones.”
    That was the
million dollar question because she really had no freaking idea. He
was the expert here, not her. Maybe he thought she masturbated like
a demented bunny and had some idea from self satisfaction. Wrong,
or she wouldn’t be here.
    Moistening her
lips, she met his gaze boldly. “I’m in your hands, remember?”
    A smile curved
his lips. “Oh, love, that was just the right answer.”
    She certainly
hoped so, because it was the only answer she had for him.
    Leaning
forward, he braced his hand beside her shoulder and lowered his
head until his lips hovered just above her mouth. “Open up for me.”
His finger slid through the curls sheltering her mound to delve
between the moist flesh of her labia, just as his tongue slid along
the seam of her lips. “Both places, Molly Jones. Open to me.”
    It was a
seductive order that had the smouldering fires inside her
leaping.
    It was the
masterful way he took her mouth and plundered the depths that had
the fire flaring.
    It was the sure
way his finger slid through her moist flesh to toy with the little
clitoris hiding high up that had the fire searing through her
veins.
    Lightening
flared through her and her hips surged up of their own accord.
Damien chuckled into her mouth, licking deep with his tongue while
his finger found the opening to her body and slid inside.
    Cherry couldn’t
think, she could barely breath as his finger invaded virginal
places that had never felt a man’s touch. The liquid heat washed
through her, making his