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feet in seconds. Again, his strength and the ease with which he moved her struck a deep chord in her.
    She was no weakling. She could more than take care of herself if the situation arose. But she liked feeling small and protected with him.
    She also liked how he took charge. A second after she found her feet, he pulled her dress down her shoulders. Her breasts popped out of the springy fabric, full and taut and high. No sagging. One of the perks of being an immortal female.
    The look on Brand’s face said he approved.
    â€œChrist, you’re gorgeous.” His calloused hands palmed her breasts and kneaded them, her womb clenching at the sensation and the rough need in his voice. He leaned down to lay his lips against her neck before stringing kisses along her jaw to her ear. “I want to devour you.”
    â€œI have no problem with that.” She turned her head to lay her own kiss along his jaw. “But you’d better hurry before I go up in flames.”
    She felt him smile against her cheek. “No way. I don’t want to rush. Now that I’m here, I want to make this last all night. I want you so wrung out you can’t move by the morning.”
    His words made her moan, made her stomach clench with desire. Just the thought of what they could do to each other with the hours ahead of them, how they could pleasure each other, made her long to stop time, to halt the passage of the moon across the sky and indulge for as long as she wanted.
    Turning her head, she whispered into his ear, “Then you’d better prepare for a workout, because I’ve got a lot of stamina.”
    He pulled back long enough to stare into her eyes with a gaze hot enough to melt diamonds. “Honey, I can take whatever you dish out.”
    Yes, he could. To a point. Just the thought of what she could let herself do with Brandon made her wetter than she’d ever been with anyone else.
    â€œThen get on the bed, Number Seventeen. On your back and don’t move.”
    His eyes flared and a muscle in his jaw jumped. Letting her gaze travel down his body, she saw his cock twitch in response. She couldn’t wait to feel him moving inside her.
    Brandon didn’t speak, his chest rising and falling as if he’d just done a set of wind sprints. Then he took a step backward and turned, letting her watch his absolutely perfect ass flex and hollow as he took the few steps to the bed.
    Tinia’s teat, the man’s body—scars and all—should be classified a work of art. One that needed hands-on attention.
    Her hands. On every part of him.
    But first, she needed to get rid of her own clothes.
    She waited until he’d climbed onto the bed and propped his hand under his head before she hooked her thumbs into the velvet and began to ease it down. She went slowly, the elastic material clinging to her skin, battling to stay in place while she tugged it off.
    Brandon watched her every move with an intensity that made her wish she had more clothes to remove. Unfortunately—or fortunately, depending on how you looked at the situation—she was commando under the dress. Anything she wore would show through the velvet and completely ruin the line of the dress.
    Of course, the look on his face made it obvious he appreciated the fact that she was now naked.
    As she stared, he crooked his finger at her. Putting her hands on her hips, she smiled and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Are you trying to entice me to come over there, Mr. Stevenson?”
    â€œDo you need to be enticed?”
    She shrugged, watching his eyes dip for a few seconds to her breasts. “You could give it a try.”
    His mouth curved in a grin so charming, she felt her knees actually wobble before he lowered his hand to his waist and flattened it against his defined abs.
    As her mouth dried, she watched as he eased that hand down until he ringed the base of his cock with his thumb and forefinger. His big hand