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mouth to hers, sliding the tip of his tongue between her lips, a shallow lick, before retreating.
    Her fingers were locked on his forearms in a vise grip.
    “Again?” he breathed.
    “Again.”
    His heart pounded against his ribs as he kissed her. Again, he flicked out his tongue to lave her bottom lip then tugged with his teeth before slipping into the warm cavern of her mouth.
    She inched closer to him until their chests were touching, the hard points of her nipples branding his rib cage. The contact made him ache to get closer, to bury himself in her.
    He tightened his hand on her hip and felt the softness of her thighs against his. He was powerless to resist. Unable to stop himself, he closed the gap between them with a decisive thrust then stilled to savor the sensation.
    Wedged against her bare stomach with only his track pants and a scrap of lace separating them, he imagined how easy it would be to yank his waistband down, clutch that heart-shaped ass in his hands and lift her onto his swollen cock. No need to lie down, she was so small, he could work her up and down with ease.
    Was she trembling, or was that him?
    Remember who you are, Mr . Nelson.
    He dropped his hand from her hip and pulled away.
    “Sorry.”
    “It’s okay. That was good. Next time you want to make a move, that’s a pretty good one. Now lesson three.” Her voice was low and intense, her breathing erratic.
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    Good .
    He tried not to stare, but with her eyes bright, bottom lip swollen and nipples still hard, it wasn’t easy.
    Without a doubt, he was going to love lesson three no matter what it was. In fact, three was his new favorite number.
    “We can do this by the book, with the drawings and a lecture, or I can show you.”
    “Show me,” he croaked.
    She gave him a thousand-watt smile.
    “Let’s take some of your clothes off. Just the shirt for now.”
    He stalled for a moment, playing bashful, then reached for the hem of the t-shirt and yanked in over his head, tossing it on the floor. The track pants did little to hide his arousal.
    Holly made a low humming sound in the back of her throat and he pursed his lips to keep from grinning. Humming was good. If he could keep her humming and sighing, he’d be a happy man.
    “You’re in ridiculous shape,” she murmured. “Why would you ever wear those silly clothes?”
    He didn’t answer. Partly because the question was rhetorical, partly because he didn’t want to lie any more than he already had.
    Her gaze raked his body, pausing on his cock. The thick head pulsed, as if aware of her scrutiny, shouting pick me, pick me!
    She wet her lips and he followed the path of that little pink tongue. Was she imagining her mouth on him?
    Stepping forward, she placed her hands on his pecs, palms grazing his nipples. “I’m going to touch you now. You need to get used to the feel of a woman’s hands on you.”
    Her small, soft hands roamed over his chest. She ran the pad of a thumb over his nipple and he groaned as his balls tightened in response.
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    “Does that feel good?” she whispered, her warm breath fanning his neck.
    He didn’t trust himself to speak, so he nodded.
    “Know your body, embrace the feeling. It’s a beautiful thing, but so many people rush through. Savor every touch.” She pinched his nipple and his pulse thrummed.
    He was hypnotized by the look of concentration on her face. Their gazes met for a moment before he broke the contact.
    She ran a hand down his stomach, stopping to toy with the drawstring of his pants.
    He held his breath.
    “I’m not going to touch you there yet, Alex. I know you think you want me to, but I promise, it’s better this way. It’ll make it easier for you to hold out.”
    He nodded stupidly.
    She splayed a hand over his abdomen, just an inch away from his dick. Slowly, she circled him, kissing his collarbone, then his shoulder, moving until she stood behind him. Using his shoulders to balance herself, she