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kiss…
    She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. She’d been kissed before, but she’d rarely initiated the kissing. Refusing the insecurity trying to force its way in, she pressed light kisses to Ian’s lips until he opened, his tongue snaking out to caress her lips. Deepening the kiss, she forced inhibitions aside. She’d boarded a plane with a strange man and was on her way around the world. Screw what she’d always thought were ladylike actions, or decorum drilled into her head by family, church and a mom-and-pop community. She’d bit the bullet. Now it was time to taste the blast.
    If she was going to color outside the lines, she was going to reap the benefits. Leaning in closer, she trailed her lips along his jaw. “I’m thinking I like your terms. How ’bout we start with one of those orgasms you mentioned?”
    “That would require me touching you.” He groaned. “Permission?”
    “Granted,” she answered, adjusting her legs and hips so she sat more flush against his cock.
    “Before you get too comfortable, we’ll need protection.”
    One hand snaked around her neck, and he pulled her in close for a scorching kiss. In the next moment, he had her standing, and was backing her up, his lips never leaving hers. Her back bumped a hard surface, but he didn’t let up. He sucked and nibbled at her lips as he fumbled through a drawer. She broke away and laughed. “This might be easier if I wait over there.”
    He kissed her in response and guided her back toward the chair. When he sat again, pulling her down with him, she went willingly, somewhat relieved that he hadn’t taken her up on her suggestion. Keeping the heat going helped her stay in the moment. If she had any time to really think about what she was doing, she’d probably change her mind.
    When his hands pulled her robe tie free, she laughed at her previous thought. Who was she kidding? She wanted this. Bad.
    Ian shifted until there was a little space between them. “I want you to put the condom on for me. I’m going to give you exactly what you asked for, but the only way we’ll get you there is if you’re an active participant.”
    She took the foil package, trying to hide the way her fingers shook. “What do you mean?”
    He slid his hands up her inner thighs and held her close as he shifted his hips. “Desire isn’t a one-person job. You have to touch, taste and take what you want. Denying yourself makes it that much harder to enjoy what’s being offered.”
    Liz bit her lip and tore the wrapper open. Reaching for the tie to his robe, she pulled it free slowly, anticipating what his body would look like, how it would feel to touch him. There wasn’t even a hint of shyness in his gaze when she pushed the fabric aside. With good reason. He was sculpted, his trim waist arrowed down to the swollen erection trapped beneath her.
    The second she started rolling the condom over his cock, he slammed his head back against the chair. “Fuck.”
    In that instant, she understood what he meant. Watching him find pleasure in her touch, knowing his cock was reacting the way it was because of her, was intoxicating. His throat worked convulsively, the strain of his muscles evident.
    She barely noticed his fingers slipping her robe free until her arms were trapped in the soft, thick jumble of layers. She looked at him, and the way his gaze moved over her body sent another rush of heat straight to her center. His eyes were half-mast, his nostrils flared, lips parted. Grabbing her hips, he shifted her until her pussy spread over his cock. Stroking her along his length, he guided and adjusted until she moaned. “Show me what feels the best.”
    His grip loosened fractionally, and Liz grabbed the top of the chair. Shifting until she felt the most pleasurable press against her clit, she started rubbing against him. She was on fire instantly, inhibition dissipating as each second passed.
    “That’s it,” he encouraged. “Find what you