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question he’d been pondering in detail for months.
    The hand that had rested on her bare thigh slowly moved upward. Giving her time to refuse and getting no indications in that direction, he continued up under her dress until he reached the edge of her panties with his fingertips.
    A pretty gasp came from her and then she moaned softly. Unable to resist any longer, he brought the edge of his teeth against her nipple and she arched, pressing herself into his mouth.
    His fingertips traced the line of her pussy through the lacy material of her panties. She was wet and hot and the swollen bundle of her clit greeted him.
    Groaning, he moved the panties to the side and slid his fingers into her, moving them along the slicked furls of her sex.
    â€œYes,” she whispered.
    â€œYes, indeed, Dahlia. You’re almost there already, aren’t you?” He spoke against the flesh of her nipple and she writhed against him, rocking herself over his fingers.
    â€œMore, baby? Like this?” He pressed one finger and then two into her gate and they both gasped. Tight and inferno-hot. Her inner muscles fluttered around him. Shifting his wrist, he pressed the heel of his hand over her clit and fucked into her pussy with his fingers.
    Her breath came in pants as her honey rained hot onto his hand. Her nipples glistened from his mouth, still hard and darkening. The line of her body gleamed with a light sheen of sweat against the warm light from the lamp across the room.
    â€œI want you to come for me, Dahlia. I need to hear it, feel it. Give it to me,” he murmured as he kissed from one breast to the other.
    â€œOhhh, yes,” she hissed. He felt the clench and flutter of her pussy around him as she thrust herself onto him, grinding into his hand.
    He kept loving her with his mouth and hands as her orgasm engulfed her, the heat of it rolling off her in waves, catching him. Just watching and feeling her had been enough to drive him right to the edge, but he didn’t want to come right then. He wanted the moment to be all about Dahlia.
    Finally, she slumped forward, laying her head on his shoulder as she caught her breath. Gently, he slipped her panties back into place and felt the exact moment she really realized what had happened between them was deeper than just an orgasm.
    Her back stiffened and she sat up. “Oh, my. Well. I…”
    Shaking his head, he pressed fingers over her lips. “Thank you will suffice. Now come here and tell me about Liberty.”
    He pulled her from his lap up against his side, snuggling her to his body.
    Reaching out toward him, she looked up into his face, but he stopped her from touching his cock. God knew if she did he’d come right then and there, and he wanted that first time to be slow and hours long.
    â€œWhat about you?” Her eyes moved to the hummock of his cock pressed against his jeans.
    Leaning down, he kissed her and then once more because he couldn’t get enough. “I want tonight to be about you. Next time there’ll be naked and sweaty and lots of coming. You’re so beautiful when you come, Dahlia. Let me keep that in my head for a while.”
    Confusion marked her face and he shook his head, understanding. “No, I want you tonight, Dahlia. I really do. But I’m in no shape to do this right. I’m on the edge just with watching you come. A guy’s gotta have a little dignity about these things and coming two seconds after you touch me would get me tossed out of the cool-guys club.”
    Rolling her eyes, she laughed. “I owe you one, then. And thank you.”
    â€œI’m not lying when I tell you it was my pleasure.”
    They talked and broke into the gelato. Nash was sure he’d never get the memory of how she looked licking her spoon with relish out of his brain. Hell, she did everything with relish, another thing he loved about her. She was just herself, as if trying to be something else wasn’t