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incredible heat. She shivered in expectation of tasting him.
    He shoved open a door. There was little time to appreciate the warm neutral tones in the masculine room. A massive four-poster bed dominated the room. Large palms caressed her shoulders, easing away her tension.
    “Nice.” She slid down his front and moved toward the bed, kicking off one shoe and then the other. Decadent thick carpet caressed the soles of her feet. Mellow jazz saturated the room, stoking her fire higher. Lena smiled. She loved jazz.
    With her back to him, she raised her hand and pulled down the corner of her dress slowly, knowing he watched. His breath hitched loudly in the room. Catching the beat, she pulled the other side of the clingy material down, giving him her bare back. With both hands, she shimmied the dress down and over her hips, allowing it to pool on the floor at her feet. Her hips continued to sway. Clothed in her thong, she peeked over her shoulder. He remained rooted in the same spot, his eyes roved over her body until they met. The dark blue flashed before his lids dropped. Jaw clenched, in a panther-like move, he met and towered over her. Common sense told her to run, get out of his way. Her dark nipples pebbled in response to the hunger reflected in his eyes. Goose-bumps flared across her heated flesh. One arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back against his hard erection.
    She flinched at its length and tried to move. He pulled her closer, bent his head and spoke next to her ear.
    “I love pussy, not cock, and your kitty is calling my name.” His breath teased her lobes before he nibbled and suckled one. His fingers traced her stomach on the path downward. Her body trembled in response to his desire. So raw. It sparked dormant places inside.
    “Hmmm.” His mouth did ridiculous things to her libido. She gave in and became malleable in his hands.
    “Answer me. I want to hear you agree. I wanna feed your cat. This pussy is mine for tonight.” His voice rumbled. Raw need threaded through his words. The deep timbre penetrated her flesh and seared her core.
    “Yes,” she breathed as his hands cupped her heat. One finger stroked the flimsy cloth that barely covered her goods.
    “You're soaked.” He stated the obvious and dipped a finger beneath the scrap of material into her dripping canal. Her head dropped backward to his chest. Mewling sounds escaped her mouth as her thighs trembled at the exquisite torture.
    “Ummm,” he moaned lapping her juices from his finger. “Tasty. I want more.”
    “Take it,” she hissed, too far gone to argue.
    He groaned at her words. She turned in his arms, grabbed his face, and latched onto his mouth. Lips shouldn't feel this good. The thought fled as his tongue surged into her mouth. Heat exploded through her system. The man was potent. She couldn't think past the rising tide of emotions he evoked. Strong hands cupped her ass. Her thighs and core humped against his hardness. Tingly feelings shot from her core and swamped her.
    “Shit.” His head flopped back. The tendons in his neck stretched taut. Her teeth grazed his nipple, while his hand lifted her thigh. He pulled her heat closer to his mammoth cock. Feeling more confident, she stroked his shaft through his pants. It jumped in her hand.
    Pushing back, she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Focused on her task, she felt rather than saw him pull off his shirt. After completing her task, she tugged the rough material downward.
    “Hey.” His hands went to the waistband. “I'll do it.” He grinned at her while stepping out of his pants and boxers.
    Lena stared at the masculine perfection in front of her. Her fingers tweaked his dusky nipple, enjoying his flinch. Mesmerized by the turgid point, her tongue licked and teased the end before taking it into her mouth. A low keening sound added to the melody in the room. His body trembled beneath her palm. Her hand stroked his erection, reveling in her power as a woman. Like the