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his teeth nibbled, his hips rocked. “Your skin is like warm velvet.”
    Gianna closed her eyes and sighed. His hand on her thigh moved closer to her core, and when he traced a finger along the satin of the panties shielding her pussy lips, she trembled. But still she gave him no indication of how far he could go. And he wanted to go all the way. If she unzipped him, all he had to do was slide the thong she wore aside and fill her to the hilt. The image of that action caused Gabe to surge against her. He pulled her down to him and ground against her dampness. It was the last straw for Gianna.
    She pressed her hand to his and cried out. Her hips undulated, and moistness filled his hand. Gianna’s eyes flew open in shock and she gasped. “Take me here, Gabe.”
    “Jesus, Gianna,” he whispered. Gabe’s hard-on battled with his shaky sense of propriety. He couldn’t have sex with her. No penetration. He would not cross that line. But he could do the next best thing.
    Gabe slid a big finger between her panties and her slick wet folds. Gianna nearly died of sheer sensory overload. Her entire body stiffened. Never had she thought another human could make her body feel like it did at this moment. She pressed harder against his hand. She wanted penetration. But his finger only moved along her outer lips. When he slid a fingertip over her hardened clitoris, Gianna cried out. Her wetness lubricated his finger, and in a slow swirling cadence, Gabe moved his finger around her stiff clitoris. His lips latched on to a nipple, and his teeth laved her. His other hand pressed against her right butt cheek, pressing her hard against him. Gianna’s hand locked onto his shoulders. She squeezed her eyes closed and bit her bottom lip, pressing into him harder, spreading herself wider, hoping, praying he would slip a long thick finger into her.
    The fact that she was engaging in a sexual act with a complete stranger didn’t faze her in the least. What shocked her more was how good it felt. She was done playing the virgin act. She wanted to live and feel alive, and Gabe was the man to take her there.
    Even though he didn’t enter her, Gabe’s hand wreaked havoc with her body. He quickened his motions around her clit. On her knees, she stiffened as he moved back and forth, the slick sound of her juices on his hand heating her more. She arched her back, as a deep hard swell of sensation coiled tightly inside of her. She knew when it unleashed, the sheer force of it would make her want more. And more after that.

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    T wo facts slammed hard into Gianna’s conscious. One, she had never felt so lit up in her life, and second, she was allowing a complete stranger, albeit a very handsome, yummy-smelling one, to touch her in places only she had touched herself. And with that realization, she added a third fact: She wasn’t ashamed! Not really.
    Her breasts ached, her womb ached. Like a fever, her body ached. She could not sit still. But realization filtered into the fog of her sexual haze. He was a stranger. A stranger with his hands in her pants.
    “Gabe, please,” she whispered against his hot lips.
    “Tell me what you want,” Gabe said, his lips trailing to her chin, then her neck, then her collarbone. “Anything,” he breathed just as he latched on to a very hard, very excited nipple.
    Gianna moaned and rolled her head back, pressing hard against him. Just another minute. It couldn’t hurt….
    “I want to see you after tonight,” Gabe said against her breath.
    If it were possible, more excitement tore through her body. She’d never been asked out by a man like this before. She melted into him. How ironic, she thought. It took her father’s death for her to come alive. A sudden rush of guilt infused her and reality began to seriously infiltrate the sexual haze. “I…I can’t. I don’t know you.”
    Gabe chuckled and pulled back enough to look at her. He slid his fingers from between her legs. She felt her cheeks warm. “I think