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counted on jumping him the moment she walked in the door. Yet she had a good idea where her provocative words would lead and still, she’d uttered them.
        “I like the look of your pussy, Leah. Neat and orderly, just like you.” He grinned up at her. “It’ll be my pleasure to corrupt you.”
        She laughed as he moved lower, his warm hands settling on her thighs. She hadn’t had a man since before her husband took ill with the jit virus. It had been years, but her body knew what it wanted—or rather who it wanted. She felt her cream flow, dampening the insides of her thighs as Michael’s powerful hands spread her legs apart.
        Rough fingers stroked through the slickness, parting her outer lips as his eyes devoured her. She felt utterly exposed and yet completely safe and protected. Michael had that way about him. His eyes practically glowed as he learned the shape of her. His fingers delved deeper, circling her clit and making her squirm before diving into her darkness.
        His eyes held hers as two long fingers learned the depth and breadth of her passage. The expression on his face was one she would never forget. She felt stunned, feeling even this small part of him within her for the first time. It had been so long, and never had she been touched with such decisive, knowledgeable hands. It was true, she was learning, that the Sons of Amber more than knew their way around a woman’s body. At least Michael did, and she was loving every minute of it.
        “Do you like that?” His voice tempted her.
        “You know I do.” It was an effort to speak, but she managed it, barely.
        He grinned at her, adding another finger to the two already stretching her. “I’m going to love planting my baby in you, Leah. I’ve never felt so strongly about a woman before. Never wanted one as much as I want you.”
        She moaned a little as he started to move within her, rubbing that little spot that made her breathless. “You don’t…have to…say that, Michael. It’s all right.”
        He stilled.
        Her eyes shot open and met his. He looked like a thundercloud, though he seemed just the tiniest bit unsure of himself, which was definitely out of character for him.
        “You of all people know I don’t say things I don’t mean.” She nodded, and he rewarded her by moving his fingers gently within her. “I don’t understand it myself, Leah, but it’s true.” He lowered his head and kissed the slight swell of her belly, moving lower. “I want you. More than I’ve ever wanted any other woman.” His words teased her curls, then her clit as he licked out and teased her with his tongue. His hand moved faster as his breath sighed over her most sensitive skin.
        When his mouth opened directly over her clit and fastened on, she came harder than she ever had before. Michael rode her through the climax, his hands gentling her as he let her come and come. She’d never climbed so high, so fast, and she didn’t come down. Although the climax faded after a while, Michael kept her on a plateau near the summit of her pleasure. He was a master at playing her body and he proved it to her in those long minutes of foreplay while he learned her body and taught her a thing or two about it as well.
        By the time he stalked back up her body, she was ready for anything. Except for him to leave her.
        Michael stood, his gaze sweeping over her as she lay, exposed—probably like some cheap hooker on the couch. Leah felt her skin heat with embarrassment, but Michael moved, lifting her into his arms as he strode forcefully toward the door at the far end of the room. His bedroom, she guessed.
        She hid her face in his neck, loving the smell and feel of him. He was so strong, carrying her around like a kitten, he made her feel small and protected. It was something she hadn’t felt since she was a child. Since before the jits attacked so