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the deep, blinding need to make love to her. He’d wanted her with a quiet desperation for years, but he’d always been able to master that desire. But when she’d told him she needed him, and that she wanted him inside her, he’d lost it.
    His fingers found the metal tag of her zipper and he slid it down. He eased back as the snug bodice loosened from her body and fell away. She wore a dainty pink lace bra, the same soft color as the gown, adorned with a smattering of tiny pearls. It was strapless and held her beautiful breasts up as though offering him their bounty.
    She pushed the dress over her hips to the floor, revealing a pair of tiny panties that matched the bra. And, God help him, she wore a matching garter belt with stockings. Seeing her standing there in the erotic, yet virginal-looking lingerie and pink sequined spike heels that accentuated her long, shapely legs, sent his heart stammering.
    She smiled at his heated gaze and stepped close, then drew him into her arms. She stroked his lapels, like she had downstairs, setting his heart racing. Her lips brushed lightly against his and he drew in a breath, then slid his arms around her and pulled her closer. His tongue stroked the seam of her lips and she opened for him, then he slid inside. Her tongue met his and they danced an erotic rhythm together, undulating and curling around each other.
    Her hands slid under his jacket and over his shoulders, and he felt his jacket fall away. The delicate feel of her fingers releasing the buttons of his shirt sent quivers across his flesh. Their lips parted and he pulled off his tie, then tugged his shirt from his arms and shed it. Her hand glided over his bulging cock, still restrained within his tuxedo pants. He unfastened the button and tugged down the zipper, desperate to feel her stroke his naked shaft with her delicate fingers.
    They wrapped around him and he gasped. She gazed up at his face with a big smile, her face absolutely radiant.
    But it was too fast. Too—
    He sucked in a breath as she stroked him, flaming heat searing through him.
    Too intense.
    “Dana, wait,” he said as he grasped her shoulders and pressed her back, far enough that her hand slipped from his throbbing member.
    Her eyes widened in alarm. “Mason?”
    “We have to—”
    “No,” she cried with determination and grabbed his shoulders. “I’m not going to let you change your mind. We both want this.”
    He couldn’t help chuckling at her complete commitment to her goal. She was tenacious.
    Her lips compressed. “Why are you laughing at me?”
    Grinning, he shook his head, then kissed her lightly. “I’m not laughing at you. I was just going to say that we have to slow down. I’m a man, and I’m close to bursting with wanting you, so if you want me to take you gently, you’ll have to work with me. Okay?”
    The anxiety faded from her face and she smiled, a beautiful sight to behold.
    “Oh.” She nodded. “Of course. I’ll do whatever you say. Just tell me what to do.”
    As strong as the fire already burning in him was, those words were like throwing gasoline on the flames. The Dom in him yearned to take complete control of her. To bend her to his will like a willow branch.
    “Go grab a bottle of wine from the wine rack in the kitchenette and pour us each a glass. It will help us unwind a little.”
    As she followed his instructions, he pulled off his shoes, socks, and tuxedo pants, watching her performing the simple, domestic task wearing nothing but her lacy undergarments and high heels, his heart thudding in his chest.
    She returned and offered him a glass of red wine. They clinked glasses and sipped. He knew that often the pain a virgin felt upon penetration was primarily because of anxiety, which caused the woman to tighten her internal muscles, so he wanted Dana to be as relaxed as possible. A glass of wine would help.
    And making sure she was completely ready for him would also help.
    Her gaze moved down his naked