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blue ones, gleaming with intensity, tipped up to her. Feeling silly for not being able to look at him, she forged on with her confession. “I should tell you up front, since you’re about to find out anyway. I’m not really a blonde.”
    “Hm,” he hummed with approval, “I like that too.”
    She peeked at him, noting his lips quirked up in a wicked grin. “What, you don’t actually like blondes?”
    “No, I like the fact that there is something down there which requires explanation.” She’d obviously piqued his curiosity because his hands went to the waistband of her jeans.
    She wasn’t a fan of all bare. Not to mention all the expensive and painful maintenance. Instead, she kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed so the brown tuft in front would be a dead giveaway. Mara Westbrook’s carpet did not match her drapes. She started to laugh at the old joke, but it stuck in her throat as he popped the button of her jeans.
    He eased her zipper down, exposing her matching pink panties.
    “Very nice, darlin’. Next to green, pink is my new favorite color.” His strong fingers curled into her waistband as he leaned forward and rubbed his face along the V left by her open zipper. She heard him inhale deeply. “Damn, you’re sweet. I can’t wait to see if you taste as delicious as you smell.”
    His hands slid up her back and his mouth picked up where he’d first started, licking up between her breasts, up her chest, along her throat and over her chin. At her mouth, he nipped at her bottom lip. His tongue slipped out to soothe where he had lightly bitten before slipping inside and entwining with her own. Mara groaned as she tasted him, his flavor always wonderful, all of his kisses sheer bliss. Greedily, she clung to him, pulling him in for more.
    With one more soft brush of his lips, he moved down again. His hand splayed across her back, holding her still as his mouth latched on to the peak of one breast, sucking it through the lace. Mara’s head dropped forward, mesmerized by the sight of his lips pressed against her. Her breath froze when his fingers dipped into the lacy cup and pulled it down. As her breast sprung free, his thumb and forefinger caught the taut nipple and began to play.
    “Lucky,” she breathed out, the word harsh and ragged.
    He glanced up, the desire in his eyes raging as furiously as her own. Without warning, he flipped her onto the wide couch. Following her down, his mouth found her nipple and fed hungrily at her breast.
    “Am I going to find you wet for me, baby?” His question was little more than a growl as he ran a hand down her side and across her belly.
    She would have cried out “yes!” if she’d been able to, except she had apparently lost the use of her tongue. Saying she was wet seemed an understatement considering the heat and moisture that had gathered between her thighs and thoroughly soaked the seam of her jeans. He’d find out firsthand exactly how turned on she was in a moment.
    “These jeans and panties are coming off next. They’re in my way.”
    Raising his body a fraction, his fingers curled into the denim as he ordered, “Lift your hips.”
    She bridged as he tugged the jeans down and off, along with her panties.
    Except for her barely there bra—the cup of which was lowered on one side and plumping up her bare breast—she was naked, her body trembling in anticipation of what he’d do next. Any more stimulation and she felt sure she’d explode into one of those powerful orgasms he’d promised.
    As he moved over her body, she saw a grin split his handsome face as he murmured, “A brunette, very nice.”
    With wide eyes, she raised her head and watched as he pursed his lips and blew a light stream of air over the small triangle of brown hair at the apex of her slit. “It’s neat, sweetly fragrant and the best part; your lips are silky smooth.” As if to prove how much he liked it, he lowered his face and rubbed against her.
    The next instant his big hands