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commands.”
    “Can’t you touch me through my clothes?”
    “Yes, but you won’t come.”
    While her hormones did a happy dance, she tried to ignore the sudden throbbing of her clit. “Who says I want to come?”
    He laughed, an honest and true sound. Feeling stupid, she tried to pull the strap to her dress back up. Before she could secure it in place, his hand moved over hers, easily pinning her arm to her chest. “While I do love a redhead’s temper, I can assure you any orgasm I give you will be beyond anything you’ve experienced.”
    Everything south of her belly button tightened, and her arousal soaked her panties. “Really?” She’d meant for it to come out sounding sarcastic, but instead she sounded breathy and almost hopeful.
    “Really.”
    She frowned, so many emotions and sensations swimming through her that she had a hard time cataloging them all. “I don’t know. I…I want to, but I hardly know you.”
    “Honest answer.”
    He jerked the arms of her dress down, capturing her wrists in the fabric and revealing her emerald-green bra. He paused and examined her, his gaze roaming her skin like a caress. “Stunning.”
    She tried to push him away, desire and the glow of his compliment tangling with her fear. “What are you doing?”
    “What you’re too afraid to do.” He cupped her face and gently stroked her cheeks. “Kira, anytime you want things to stop, to slow down, simply pick a magic word, and I will make you feel as safe as I possibly can.”
    His unexpected humor and the kindness in his voice startled her. That and the fact that she wanted to see if he was as good as his bragging. God, she hadn’t been this attracted to anyone in what seemed like forever. Her emotions were as intense and varied as a teenager’s, while her woman’s mind could conjure up all kinds of delicious things Bryan could do to her, with her.
    “Magic word?”
    “Yes, a special word you won’t say in everyday conversation. It can’t be ‘stop’ because at some point you might want to yell ‘don’t stop’ as I’m flogging you and making you come over and over again. It’s called your safe word, and the instant you use it, everything stops and I take care of you.”
    “Oh God.” She tried to turn in his arms, to look at him, but he held her in place. “Okay, safe word. Pookie.”
    “Pookie?”
    “Yes.”
    “Huh. Very well. Now, you need to stop fucking around and strip.”
    Once again he moved away from her, but this time her dress was dangling from under her breasts where the small elastic band in the fabric kept it against her. His words irritated her, brought the stubborn and competitive side of her nature out. Her mind argued that turning around and staring him down while she stripped wasn’t very submissive, but she didn’t care.
    Spinning on her heels, she tossed her long hair over her shoulder and defiantly lifted her chin. While she had the hots for him, that did not make her a sure thing. Well, actually she was a pretty sure thing, but that didn’t mean her feminine pride wouldn’t insist on a little bit of insolence. When she got a good look at him, at how he was looking at her, all thoughts of defiance melted away in a tsunami of heat.
    His gaze locked on her body with such lust that everything inside her at once tensed and relaxed. Her pussy hurt but in a good way. In a way that made her want to be filled. And if anyone could teach her how to coax her body into accepting a man, it had to be him. Her mind waved the white flag, unable to resist his charm and the pleading of her hormones.
    She picked up the edge of her dress and pulled it over her head, her breasts bouncing as they slid free of the elastic. While she didn’t have DD-cups, she was certainly better endowed than her previous A-cup size. Tossing her dress on a nearby stone bench, she avoided his gaze. Now that she was down to her underwear, it was much harder to continue. Her thighs touched, and she had a definite pooch