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with a tiny jeweled spider.
    His face rippled with a question mark. With a quick move, he tilted her onto her hip. Total silence ruled as he stared at her flimsy excuse for undergarments. It wasn’t the first thong she’d owned. She had many of those. But these were quite a bit more daring than anything she’d ever worn before.
    Hugh dropped his forehead to her spine. “God, Sibyll. I hit the jackpot. Scientist by day, sex kitten by night.”
    “It’s not technically night.”
    He let her fall onto her back again, staring up the length of her body with something akin to awe. The cord between him and her body’s responses tightened until her pussy throbbed painfully. If he didn’t touch her soon…
    Waiting for him to pull off her skirt was exquisite torture. His gaze was a caress of its own. He leaned onto his heels, body so beautiful it hurt her to look and a bulge in his jeans more impressive than any she’d seen.
    Maybe he stuffed it.
    She giggled.
    He raised her foot and bit into the arch as if it were an apple. She gasped at the graze of teeth. Trying to jerk her foot away was like getting herself out of a hogtie. He was strong—and determined.
    To do what? Kiss her every inch, that’s what he’d said.
    She tightened her belly muscles as he placed nips along her arch to her toes. She almost died watching her toes disappear into his mouth, one at a time.
    Decadent pleasure washed over her. The knot in her core stretched. Could he send her over the ledge by only touching her?
    He gently arranged her foot on the bed and lifted the other. This foot received its fair due. By the time he began to kiss her ankles, she was a shaking mess.
    “Lick your lips one more time, and I might have to punish you, baby.”
    She jerked her gaze to his. “What do you mean?” Was that even her voice? It belonged to some sultrier, more adventurous woman.
    With a shock, she realized that woman was a distant cousin. In this bedroom on a secluded ranch in Texas with a cowboy who was practically a stranger, Sibyll could be anyone she wanted.
    He swirled his tongue up her calf, eyes burning with intensity.
    No, she couldn’t pretend. She would be herself, and this would work. He’d make her come dozens of times in the next seven days, and she’d go home and find her own release.
    He reached the back of her knee and dragged his teeth over it. The wetness between her thighs pooled. Her fancy underwear would be soaked.
    “You like it”—he bit her lightly in the same spot behind her knee—“right here, don’t you?”
    “Mmm.”
    He slid his tongue over the spot on the inside of her knee again. She twisted in his hold, trying to escape yet get closer.
    “Like this…” He did it some more.
    “Yesss.”
    “I bet you like this too.” He ran his fingers right up between her legs and found her soaking center.
    She cried out, shocked by the bold touch after an hour of teasing. He strummed his fingers up and down the cloth covering her pussy. Wild moans escaped her.
    “Damn, baby. I’ve gotta see you. All of you.” In a flurry he ripped off her skirt and shoved her black spider’s web panties to the side. The cooler air striking her wet slit ignited a need in her so deep she didn’t know if she’d ever climb back out of this well of wanting.
    “Jeezus. So pretty.” He wet his lips. For a maddening moment, she thought he’d go down on her.
    It wouldn’t be the first time someone had given her oral, but they always stopped with a tongue cramp because she could never come.
    She jerked her knees to shut them.
    “No, baby. No. Don’t hide this from me.” His soothing tone helped a little. She relaxed.
    He guided her legs up and to the sides, splaying her wide for him. His expression—a man about to partake of a feast—excited the hell out of her.
    Anticipation built as Hugh nuzzled her inner thigh and up the crease between leg and cunt. Her panties were pushed aside, exposing her completely. “Smells so good. So pretty.