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Then learn them all in Braille. He placed the flat of his hand on her stomach, savoring the smooth warmth. “So soft. So beautiful.”
    Moving up, he found her breast and traced the lower curve. It rose and fell with her breaths, which had begun to grow shallower. She watched his forefinger draw around her rosy areola. Her skin puckered at his touch. Leaning down, he let his tongue follow the same path his finger had, then flicked her hard nipple. He rubbed his teeth over it and her gasp bounced off his erection. He growled at her. “If you keep that up, I’ll be fucking you before I’m ready.”
    “If you keep that up, I’ll come the minute you slide inside me.”
    “I want to take it slow this time. Find out what makes you scream.” He sucked her breast, flattening her nipple on the roof of his mouth.
    “Ahhh,” she moaned. “That’s a good start.”
    Her eyelids fluttered, her head rolling on the pillow. He released her nipple, ran his tongue over the heavy swell and tasted the sweat on her skin. She was so smooth, so warm beneath his touch. Would she complain if he spent the night just trailing his fingertips over her skin? He couldn’t get enough of her.
    Bree.
    Finally naked and in bed with him.
    His erection throbbed at the thought. This was better than a wet dream and he didn’t want to wake from it.
    She wriggled beneath him, reminding him of the job at hand. Bringing her pleasure in as many ways as he could. “I got lost in your body. Sorry.”
    “I’ll be happy to give you a road map.”
    “I think I can follow the signs. Like the way your belly quivers when I circle your navel. How your breath quickens. The muscles here tighten when I stroke closer to those bare lips. It’s like an arrow on a one-way sign. ‘Touch me here.’”
    Her hips shifted, raising her pelvis to him. He slid down her side and knelt between her legs. He loved that she didn’t complain about the lamp being on, or try to hide herself from him. She’d raised her arms to frame her head on the pillow and spread her legs, leaving herself open to his gaze, his demands. Her confidence was so fucking sexy.
    He let his hand run down the silken skin of her inner thigh, smiling at the slight quiver of her leg when he brushed her swollen labia. Her erotic scent reached him, feeding his need for her. She was as ready as he was. He pressed his thumb to her swollen clit as he drove fingers inside her. She moaned and rolled with him. Thinking ahead, he grabbed another condom and readied himself before continuing to build her desire.
    Ash watched her face while stroking her insides. Watched the slight smile when he hit a certain spot. Almost came when her tongue slipped out and traced her lips. He couldn’t wait any longer. Her hands clenched his hips as he entered her, her fingertips digging into him almost painfully. The pain dulled as his focus shifted.
    Leaning his weight on his arms, he stretched over her. He needed to kiss her. He found her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside with the rhythm of his hips. Her tongue met his and tangoed passionately. He moaned, and she answered with the same.
    Her cries rose in pitch.
    His moans deepened. He was so close, but held back.
    Her legs wrapped around his back, allowing him to thrust even deeper into her heat. She swelled and tightened around him, hot liquid spilling down his balls. She gasped and rocked her hips once, hard.
    He continued to move, carrying her as far as she would go before finally giving in to the pressure in his erection. He groaned with release, his vision growing dark. He dropped to his elbows. Sweat rolled down his face and dripped onto Bree. “Sorry about that.”
    Rolling to one side, he grabbed the sheet and wiped the dampness from her brow. “You appear to light a fire inside me,” he said.
    “It didn’t take much of a spark.”
    Ash lay back and pulled her to rest on his shoulder, wrapping an arm around her. “Yeah, the chemistry alone is combustible. You wore