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making playful bites and then soothing it with his tongue.
    She
moaned inside his mouth, partly frustrated, but mostly fixated on her strong
desire for him. “Please, Barry,” she panted.
    “What?”
    “You
know.”
    “Tell
me what you want, Perri.”
    “You
know,” she accused.
    “Tell
me what you want, Perri,” He repeated the words deliberate and slow.
    Perri
swallowed hard and answered, “You, Barrington, to make love to me.”
    “Why?”
He kissed her neck then, like a savage beast in heat, tongued her throat until
she whimpered and went limp against him. “Why?” he repeated.
    “Huh?”
Her brain was mush from here to yonder; she could barely breathe.
    “Why
do you want me to make love to you, Perri?” He pressed a soft but questioning
kiss to her lips. “Why?”
    Licking
her lips, she tasted her man. “Are you for real? Why do I want you to make love
to me?” She stared at him mindlessly.
    “What's
wrong, Perri?”
    “I'm
thinking about the best way to answer your question.” Her mind went back to his
words; the explanation he gave back at her house. “I'm not an experienced
woman, Barrington. I have no experience when it comes to the ins and
outs of bedroom foreplay.” She blinked and dared to go on. “But I know I want
to play with you and I know I want to be with you, wherever that is,
Barrington. I want to be right there with you experiencing us together.
Yes, I'm a virgin. But so what? Does that make me undesirable?”
    “Baby,
no,” he quickly denied. “On the contrary, it makes you even more desirable. It
makes me wanna take you, brand you, make you mine. If I do . . . .
    How
could he explain it to her? “I just don't want you to think I took advantage of
you when you realize you gave your treasure away.”
    “You
said you love me, Barrington.”
    “And
I do.”
    “Are
you planning on going somewhere?”
    “Not
in the slightest.”
    “Then
my treasure will still always be somewhere near me.”
    He
chuckled at her childlike reasoning.
    “Did
you ever think about it like that?”
    “No,”
he admitted.
    “Maybe
you should.”
    “I
am now.” Holding her, he kissed her neck. “What am I gonna do with you?”
    “What
do you wanna do with me, Barrington?”
    He
shook his head, grinned and answered, “Make mad love to you, girl.”
    “If
that madness includes passion,” she shrugged, “do what you feel, baby.”
    “Perri,
I hope you know what you're asking me; you better know what you're doing to me.
Once I start, I'm not gonna be able to stop. If this is not what you want,
baby, you better let me know right now, or else, get ready to be pleased inside
and out, in every way imaginable,” he forewarned.
    “Unless
it's with you, I'm not going anywhere, Barrington. She kissed him passionately.
“So, how does this thing work? Tell me what to do.”
    Shocked
at her terminology, Barrington complained, “You don't have to make it sound so
crass.”
    Perri
giggled. “I'm not.” The look on his face made her giggle again. “I'm just
trying to let you teach me while I learn my lessons well.”
    “Yeah?”
Watching her nod, Barrington said, “Lesson one, then, don't ruin the moment
with careless words.” He couldn’t fake-force a smile at this point, he was so
damn hot for his woman. Then he kissed her, drawing her tongue inside his eager
mouth. He gently eased her off his lap, transferring her to his bed where he
proceeded to slowly undress her, first with his eyes then with his hands. He
took the liberty of kissing, stroking, kneading every inch of her body. She was
beautiful to him.
    Perri
thought she'd die when Barrington sought to remove her clothing a little at a
time, like he was giving her time to back out or something. She wasn't going to
change her mind. She knew what she wanted. Knew she wanted this man for
herself. Knew she was probably not going to regret it. Knew like she knew her
name she was going to make love with this man who tortured her by slowly