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head slightly.
    “Can you move yet?” she asked, hoping Brian could exorcise the demon of Jeremy from her thoughts.
    “Let me try.” His free hand covered her breast and squeezed. “Almost.”
    She gazed down his body. Her hand slid down his bel y toward his slack cock. It twitched in response. She grinned. “Almost.”
    “So where is this piercing you told us about last night?”
    She flushed. “I was only teasing. I don’t real y have a body piercing. Or a tattoo.”
    “I don’t believe you. I’l need to look you over for myself.”
    He stripped her nightgown off over her head and pressed her down flat on her back.
    “Hmm. I don’t see any here,” he said, gazing at her breasts. “Just let me make sure.” He stroked her nipple with his fingertips, drawing it to a hardened bud. He lowered his head, flicked the taunt tip with his tongue and then sucked it into his mouth.
    Myrna gasped. He sucked hard, stroking the underside of her nipple and breast with his tongue.
    “Nope, definitely no piercing,” he said. “Better check the other one.”
    He repeated the treatment on her other breast. Her fingers stole into the soft strands of his longish hair, holding him there. He lifted his head and blew a cool breath over her moist nipple. Her body jerked.
    He didn’t move for a moment and she gazed down at him. He was watching her as if waiting for something.
    “If you let go of my hair, I can continue my inspection.”
    She flushed and released his hair. His mouth left a trail of wet kisses along the underside of her breast, across her ribs to the center of her stomach, and then down to her navel. He dipped his tongue into her bel ybutton rhythmical y, causing a flood of heat between her thighs. She throbbed with need, craving that thrusting rhythm within. Ah God, fuck me, Brian. She bit her lip so she didn’t make the mistake of saying it aloud.

    “No navel ring,” he murmured.
    He continued down her body, sucking a trail over her lower bel y. A spasm shook her body and she giggled.
    “Ticklish?”
    “A little.”
    He blew a cool breath over the moist trail he’d left behind and she moaned. He used the distraction to slide her panties from her body.
    “One more place I need to check.” He wrapped a hand around each leg, just above her knees and spread her thighs wide.
    “You already checked there.” Her body tensed. She wasn’t a fan of having her clit licked. So few men did it right.
    His fingers combed through the nest of curls at the apex of her thighs. “You don’t shave this off regularly?”
    She flushed. She knew the trends among younger women. She kept her pubic hair trimmed, but didn’t shave it into unusual shapes or thin strips.
    “It’s there for a reason.” She slipped into sex professor mode. “It maintains the sexual scents. Also each hair is associated with a nerve ending, so increases sensory input to the brain during copulation.”
    He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Copulation?”
    Oh God. Had she turned him off with her cerebral discussion of a primitive urge? “Fucking?”
    “I prefer making love.” He grinned. “And you’re right about the scent.” He inhaled her essence deeply through his nose. “Definitely a turn on.”
    His cal oused fingertips found the hood of skin covering her clit. He exposed the swol en nub buried within and, using a second finger, stroked her to climax in seconds. She cried out, her thighs quivering as the sensation rippled through her body. How did he do that?
    “You come so easily.” He kissed the inside of her thigh. “Definitely a turn on.” She couldn’t lift her head to look at him, but could hear the smile in his voice.
    She didn’t usual y come so quickly. Usual y when a man was in control, she never reached climax. Brian was a genius with those fingers of his. And not just as a guitarist.
    “You’re amazing,” she gasped.
    “Al those solos.” His finger stroked her again and she shuddered.
    “Feel free to practice on me