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off the t-shirt and tossed it aside. Her gasp was a stroke to his ego, which was swelling as fast as his shaft .
    Her thumbs brushed the contours of his chest, finding areas of sensitivity he’d forgotten. She continued to stare as she explored. “I thought you were so hot when we were younger. I had no idea what hot was.”
    As he bared her other breast, he said, “I think we have a better appreciation as we get older. We’re not looking for instant satisfaction.”
    “Instant, no,” she agreed. She lifted herself to him.
    On a sudden urge, he pulled away, standing and shifting her to lie completely on the couch. Sitting beside her hips, he said, “Sit up a bit.”
    She struggled to rise on one elbow and he took off her tank top and reached behind her to unhook her bra. Then he adjusted the throw pillow behind her head and let her relax. “Perfect.”
    He nudged at her elbow. “Put your arms up over your head.”
    She did, her eyes never leaving his.
    “I want to learn every inch of you. Then memorize it. All those years I had just shadowed memories of how you looked. As hard as I tried to picture you, I could only remember how you felt in the darkness.”
    Jen reached for his arm but he caught her. “Nah, put that arm back.”
    She waited, searching his eyes, then lifted her arm again.
    “That’s my girl.” Her flesh swelled beneath his touch as he stroked with light fingers, tracing the pink edge of her areola. He tasted her again, tugged on the nipple and watched her head tilt back in pleasure.
    With his tongue he traced a trail between her breasts, down over her ribs, stopping at her navel. There he circled before dipping inside. Her hips bucked, and he wrapped a hand around her hip. The denim fabric held her warmth, kept him from exploring further.
    He watched her eyes for permission as he unbuttoned and unzipped the shorts. Grabbing the waistband in both hands he tugged them down, leaving only her lacy bikini panties between them.
    Her eyes widened when his hand smoothed across the curve of her belly. Matt continued to stroke, wondering for a moment if he moved too fast. Should he wait, take this slowly? How could he tell if she was really ready for this? Emotionally ready.
    The fact that their time together would end soon created urgency, a need to squeeze as much lovemaking into their hours as possible, but they weren’t young and careless anymore. He concentrated on the softness of her skin and the heat of her body. Her hips bucked beneath his hand, silently encouraging him to move on.
    “Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked.
    “Good God, you can’t be thinking of stopping now.” She reached for her panties.
    He stopped her. “My job. Put your hands back where I told you.”
    Groaning, she put her arms back above her head. “Only if you hurry up. I want to touch you, too. I can’t take this torture.” She lifted her hips to allow him to take off her panties, her legs parting as she lay back on the cushion.
    “Such sweet torture,” he murmured, his hand moving down one thigh. “Sweet, sweet…”
    They created a rhythm, his exploring fingers, and her rocking hips. He continued to tease, down one leg, up again and across her belly, just above her black curls. He kept his gaze on her legs, watching as they drifted further apart each time his thumb brushed her inner thigh.
    “Please, Matt, touch me. I need you.”
    Lifting the nearest leg, he shifted to sit between them, letting her leg drape over his lap. With a glance at her face, he let his hand move closer. “Like this?”
    Her legs parted still more when he reached the apex of her thighs. Her gasp cut through him, heat shooting through his shaft. He loved to give her pleasure, loved to see her react. More than any woman he’d been with since their first time, he was all about her enjoyment. “You sound so eager . ”
    “I’m getting desperate for you. I need you inside me.”
    “In good time, sweetheart.”
    Her caressed her,