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years, did. And he would do just that before walking away and never looking back.
    Grim satisfaction prowled through him as he unhooked her bra strap and slid his hands inside the dress, smoothing his palms over her skin. Hell yes . He clenched his teeth, trapping the deep groan that rose in his chest. So soft. Exactly as he remembered. He almost snatched his hands from her, worried they would bruise her. Only her earlier assurance that she could take whatever he dealt her kept him from reacting… That, and the arousal blasting his insides like a blowtorch.
    Pressing his temple to hers, he once again cupped her, slipping under her loosened bra. Flesh to flesh. Skin to skin. She jolted, arching into palms, fingernails digging into his nape. Relishing the bite of pain, he kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples into tight, hard tips. Dipping his head, he trailed his lips up the elegant column of her neck and continued to torment them both. God, he wanted to jerk the dress down to her waist, bare her to his eyes and mouth. Instead he tugged on the peaks, rolling and flicking them. Harper twisted and writhed under his touch, her whimpers and low moans like a sensual symphony. She was his instrument to pluck, to play.
    Once more, he wished for his camera. Fuck, what he wouldn’t give to photograph her right now. To capture the sweet undulations of her petite body and the passion that tore gasps from her parted lips and clouded her beautiful eyes.
    Eyes that were closed.
    “Open your eyes,” he ordered, giving her breasts one last squeeze before removing his hands from her dress and gripping her hips. “Look at them.”
    Her lashes fluttered, her head rising off his shoulder. Together, they watched the man deliver another long lick to his lover’s folds, pausing to tease her clit with the tip of his tongue. Then he rose and crawled over her, his muscled form crouched over her much slimmer one. He shifted her body, so their audience had the perfect view of his back, ass…and her flushed, shining pussy.
    “Rion,” she whispered.
    Rion tightened his hold on her, guiding her to an armchair tucked in the deeper shadows a couple of feet away. Instead of seating her on the cushion, he led her behind the chair, and tangling her fingers with his, curled them over the back. She twisted, glancing at him over her shoulder, but he grasped her chin and gently, but firmly, turned her forward again. With the tip of his shoe, he nudged her feet wider, and with a palm to her lower back, silently ordered her to lean forward.
    “Watch,” he murmured, lowering his hands to the hem of her dress. He fisted the material, drawing the skirt up her slim legs, once more baring her inch by slow inch. She trembled, the quivers like aftershocks coursing through her and vibrating against him. With a low growl, he brushed his lips down her spine, and the shivers intensified. He straightened, fierce pleasure and satisfaction that he could make her shake and shudder pulsed inside him like a heartbeat. Determined to earn more, he finished bunching her dress around her hips, exposing her to his hungry stare.
    Sin and innocence wrapped in black lace. Not the thongs most women of his acquaintance wore, but delicate lace cut high at her smooth thighs, again teasing him with glimpses of flesh underneath. One hand holding her skirt in place, he smoothed the other over one ass cheek, cupping it, squeezing it. Yeah, I’m touching her . That damn awe again. He trailed his fingers down the crease, hiding the tiny hole he wanted to caress, lick, and fuck…
    She jerked. “Rion,” she rasped his name and reached back and cuffed his wrist. The restraint was either in objection to him baring her from the waist down or to the illicit stroke. “I’m not—” she stammered.
    “You okay, baby?” he rasped, pausing. No one paid them attention, but he had to make sure she was comfortable, that she felt only pleasure, not embarrassment or, worse, shame. “You good