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blouse to the floor.
    Suddenly she wanted to feel him—skin on skin. “Your…shirt.”
    With a bad-boy grin, he gripped the cloth between his shoulders and ripped off his shirt. It followed hers to the floor.
    For a heart-pounding minute he simply stared at her. Self-consciousness cut through her haze. Would he mention the little ring of flab above her skirt? Or the stretch marks on her inner thighs?
    “So pretty. I’d say gorgeous, but that seems superficial. You have a softness to you, Sibyll, that most women will never own.”
    Her eyelids shuttered on his words and the way he said her name, so soft and low.
    The tender brush of his lips on her temple made her heart flip. As he worked his way over her forehead to the other temple, she clamped her fists on his nape. He kissed a path down her cheek to her jaw, and underneath to the softest spot on her throat.
    Nipping and nibbling weren’t good enough words for what he was doing to her. She rubbed her bare toes against his denim-covered calves, wishing he’d ruche up her skirt so she could spread her legs around his magnificent hips.
    But he kept her trapped, at the mercy of kisses that were much softer than she’d expected.
    When he reached beneath her and popped the clasp of her bra, her mind riveted.
    Now we’re getting somewhere.
    She almost laughed with joy. Who was this woman abandoning all she’d been taught about lovemaking? Hugh wasn’t going fast enough.
    He peeled the lace away from her ribcage, and her breasts bounced free.
    “Holy…” He leaned onto his knees and closed his big hands over each breast. Her breathing came faster. As he located every nerve ending in her breasts, she gazed at him.
    Messy brown hair, kept short enough that it didn’t stick out from under his hat. Chiseled jaw, a dimple carved into the center even when he wasn’t smiling. Swells of muscle on his shoulders angled into biceps most men in Atlanta only achieved with personal trainers. And his chest…
    She quaked with excitement.
    His nipples were two tight brown buds set into each pec, begging for her to bite them.
    Another shock of awareness came over her. Had she ever hungered to do that to a man? No, never.
    “I can see you want to do something, baby. Do it.” His voice broke her.
    Throwing away her inhibitions, she leaned upward and trapped his nipple under her tongue.
    Hugh threw his head back. Power surged in her as she tasted and probed him. Before she could make more than five revolutions around his nipple, he hooked his fingers under her jaw and raised her head.
    “My turn.” He pressed her down on the bed and prostrated himself atop her. She quivered, expecting him to suck her nipples too, but he went right for her ribs.
    A giggle escaped, followed by laughter that shook the bed.
    “I don’t care if you’re ticklish, baby. I’m running my tongue along each rib.” As if making her laugh on purpose, he teased and explored. The playful action softened her another fraction. In the back of her mind, she knew he was making her more comfortable with him. But damn, he was so good at it, she hardly cared.
    As he lapped at the last rib on her right side, she waited for him to touch her needy breasts. He dove straight for her bellybutton.
    The erotic kiss sent her into paroxysms of want. Her pussy spasmed, so ready to earn his attention. She curled her toes and fisted the sheets. “Hugh.”
    Until now she hadn’t used his name, and it felt so good falling from her lips. He paused, breath pushing out against her belly. He angled his head and blew a raspberry on her, sending her into giggles again.
    Before she realized his intention, he caught the zipper stretching over her ass and slid it down. Tooth by tooth, with painstaking slowness.
    “I love that you didn’t wear pantyhose.”
    “I usually do. The Texas heat…” She stopped breathing as his fingers landed on it —the little knot of silk strings like a spider web at the top of her butt crack, complete