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you.” His whisper flicked across her skin, his warm breath moving higher.
    “I am getting rather wet,” she replied, refusing to play the tender maiden. “I’ve always been rather fond of a man’s mouth upon me.”
    He growled, low in his throat. His hands pushed her thighs wider. He looked up at her and leaned forward…
    Pressing on his shoulders, she stopped him. “No. You haven’t played with the tender skin at the apex of my legs. I love the sensation when I am stroked there, right where torso and leg meet. It does something to me—something I cannot resist. I want you to nip me there, to lave me there, to suckle me there until I beg you to move on—and then I want you to continue until my legs shake around you. Do you think you can do that?” She looked down at him; although she could not see his eyes as they focused on the space between her legs, she thought the tails of the shirt still hid her from view.
    “I have never been a man to back away from a challenge.” He tilted his head back then and stared up at her, iridescent color swirling in his black eyes. He flicked his tongue out and ran it across his lips as if tasting the saltiness of her skin. His eyes telling her he knew exactly what the gesture did to her.
    She swallowed, hard. His eyes followed the movement and then returned to hers.
    “Should I reward you for your obedience?” She dropped her gaze from his and looked down. Removing her hands from his shoulders, she brought them to the front of the white shirt and button by button opened it. The sight of her own flesh was erotic. She could feel his gaze upon her, feel what the sight of her did to him. With care she pulled the fabric back on one side, letting it slide across the tight nipple as she bared herself to him.
    When the soft pink tip was free, she lifted one hand to her mouth and wet the fingers. Then with deliberate slowness she reached down and squeezed the tight bud, pulling and pinching. God, it felt good. So much better than when she touched herself alone in her room. Derek’s gaze added a whole new level. She pressed harder, feeling the tingle spread down from her breast like a bolt of lightning straight to her cunny. She closed her eyes for a moment and concentrated on nothing but the feeling, the delicious pleasure that was almost pain.
    Her eyes still shut, she let her other hand drift down, unfastening the remaining buttons with one hand. Pulling one side of the shirt open, she draped it over her thigh.
    Derek swallowed loudly.
    Switching hands, she shifted to the other side. Both hands came back to her breasts for a moment and she flattened her palms over the nipples, pushing down hard and then releasing. Working her fingers up until they again grasped the nipples, she kneaded and massaged, moving just as she liked, slow and hard.
    Once her nipples were so tight and full they felt they would burst, she carefully worked her way back down the curve of her breast, long, slow strokes across her curved stomach, the lightest brush of the top of her curls.
    Lazily, she opened her eyes, leaving them heavy and hooded, and stared down at the vision she presented, the white linen draped outside lush thighs, full breasts still marked by her fingers, the tips rosy and begging, and the soft blond curls waiting a finger’s touch.
    And the man—his pupils huge and focused on the place between her legs, his breath deep and shallow all at once, his cheeks flush with desire, a light sheen of sweat glistening across his brow, the muscles of his shoulders and neck knotted with need.
    “You haven’t tasted the tops of my legs yet as I requested,” she said softly.
    Eyes still focused on her core, he bent forward and ran his tongue over the tender skin.
    She sighed, her hips sliding forward on the chair.
    “So beautiful,” he mumbled into the crease. His tongue moving harder and faster, his teeth grazing her skin.
    He nipped her.
    She moaned.
    He laved away the pain.
    “God,” she