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amusement in his gaze. “If you act like that, neither one of us will have fun.”
    “Sorry.”
    “No more apologies. Let me help you loosen up.”
    She made a croaky noise in her throat, embarrassed that she was acting like a damn virgin. No matter how much she lectured herself, she couldn’t calm down. Russ moved his hands to her shoulders and backed her up. She bumped the bed and sat down on it.
    “Lay down,” he said.
    “What are we going to do?”
    He didn’t answer but rather reached under her nightie to slide her panties down. Panic set in. She shook, and goose bumps popped up in patches all over her arms and legs. Squeezing her eyes shut so she couldn’t see his shock or whatever it was she expected, she waited for him to say something.
    Damn it, get it together, Joy!
    Her breathing was erratic, and her heart pounded. She peeked down at him. Russ bent over her and leaned in to kiss her belly then moved higher to her breasts. A tremor passed through her body when his lips closed over her nipple. This was so wrong, she thought, but a ping of pleasure zipped between her legs. Maybe because it was a new experience.
    Russ reached beneath her nightie, pushing it higher as his hand moved over her stomach. Joy shuddered watching his reaction. He seemed so focused, the intensity in his eyes darkening them. What was he thinking? Did her brown skin shock him or turn him on? She knew she was crazy being that Russ had known from the beginning she was black, but intimacy gave a whole new connotation to their relationship.
    “Your skin is so soft,” he whispered. His tongue touched her heated flesh. “So good.”
    He kissed his way down toward her snatch, and she froze. “What are you...?”
    “Shh, just let me do it, Joy.” His thumb brushed her bud, and she balled her fingers in the covers, clenching her teeth so she wouldn’t make any sounds. He rubbed the spot again. “You’re not under any obligations to return the favor yet.”
    “Yet,” she repeated and swallowed. “W-what favor?”
    His mouth touched her heat, and she lost it. Isaac had never done this. Oh, she had a man go down on her plenty of times, but not Isaac and no one for a long time. Russ raised one of her thighs to open her heat, and he stuck his tongue into her wetness. She couldn’t hold back the sound. Her moan broke free, and even as she chewed on her bottom lip, another cry and another echoed in the air.
    Russ licked her cream until she shook all over. Then he moved to her bud and sucked it into his mouth. The sensations shot to a whole new level. Her nerve endings buzzed with pleasure. She was so close to an orgasm, but she fought it. To let him make her come, surely, he couldn’t. She shouldn’t , not in these circumstances.
    She did.
    Joy came hard beneath Russ’s ministrations. His tongue and lips moved with such precision and skill over her swollen bud, she had no choice but to give in. Her orgasm shattered her will and took her to unbelievable heights.
    “Damn, honey, you taste good,” he moaned against her mound, “I could eat you over and over.”
    She shut her eyes again at his voice and the fact that she had just keened through an obvious orgasm. The bed rocked, and she knew he was getting up. She didn’t move.
    “Hey,” he said.
    She slitted her eyes.
    “I can take you right here, but it will be a little awkward. Mind if we move up?”
    While she was calmer, she sure wasn’t past the embarrassment. She rolled over without saying anything and climbed higher on the bed. His hand touched her ass, and he squeezed her flesh. She had the feeling he was happy to have the freedom to do what he had wanted to do for a long time.
    Before she could turn around, Russ moved over her. He seemed much bigger than she remembered. His head came into view, and he nuzzled her neck. She caught the scent of her own essence, but it wasn’t disgusting.
    “What are you open to?” he asked. “We didn’t discuss it much.”
    She stiffened.