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her lips. “Open them,” he whispered. “Deep kisses are part of the process.”
    â€œKing, I’m not…not…sure…”
    â€œYou’re sure,” he whispered into her mouth. “You’re just apprehensive, and that’s natural. They told you it was going to hurt, didn’t they?”
    She swallowed, aware of dizziness that seemed to possess her.
    His teeth nibbled sensually at her lower lip. “I’ll give you all the time you need, when it happens,” he murmured lazily. “If I can arouse you enough, you won’t mind if I hurt you a little. It might even intensify the pleasure.”
    â€œI don’t understand.”
    His open mouth brushed over hers. “I know,” he murmured. “That’s what excites me so. Slide your hands up the back of my thighs and hold me against you.”
    â€œWh…what?”
    His mouth began to move between her lips. “You wore that dress to excite me. All right. I’m excited. Now satisfy me.”
    â€œI…but I…can’t…” she gasped. “King!”
    His hands were under her, intimate, touching her in shocking ways.
    â€œIsn’t this what you wanted? It’s what you implied when you struck that seductive pose and invited me to ravish you right there on the floor of your father’s office.”
    â€œI did not!”
    His thumbs pressed against her in a viciously arousing way, so that when he pushed down with his hips, she lifted to meet them, groaning harshly at the shock of delight that was only the tip of some mysterious iceberg of ecstasy.
    â€œTell me that again,” he challenged.
    She couldn’t. She was burning up, dying, in anguish. A stranger’s hands fought her tank top and the tiny bra under it, pushing them out of the way only seconds before those same hands tugged at his shirt and managed to get under it, against warm muscle and hair.
    While he kissed her, she writhed under him, shivering when she felt his skin against her own. Delirious with fevered need, she slid her hands down his flat belly and even as he dragged his mouth from hers to protest, they pressed, trembling, against the swollen length of him through the soft fabric.
    He moaned something, shuddered. He rolled abruptly onto his side and drew her hand back to him, moving it softly on his body, teaching her the sensual rhythm he needed.
    â€œDear God,” he whispered, kissing her hungrily. “No, baby, don’t stop,” he groaned when her movements slowed. “Touch me. Yes. Yes. Oh, God, yes!”
    It was fascinating to see how he reacted to her. Encouraged, she moved closer and her mouth pressed softly, sensually, against the thick hair that covered his chest. He was shaking now. His body was strangely vulnerable, and the knowledge inhibited her.
    He rolled onto his back, the very action betraying his need to feel her touch on him. He lay there, still shivering, his eyes closed, his body yielding to her soft, curious hands.
    She laid her cheek against his hot skin, awash in new sensations, touches that had been taboo all her life. She was learning his body as a lover would.
    â€œTell me what to do,” she whispered as she drew her cheek against his breastbone. “I’ll do anything for you. Anything!”
    His hand held hers to him for one long, aching minute. Then he drew it up to his chest and held it there while he struggled to breathe.
    Her breasts felt cool as they pressed nakedly into his rib cage where his shirt was pulled away. Her eyes closed and she lay there, close to him, closer to him than she’d ever been.
    â€œHeavens, that was exciting,” she choked. “I never dreamed I could touch you like that, and in broad daylight, too!”
    That raw innocence caught him off guard. Laughter bubbled up into his chest, into his throat. He began to laugh softly.
    â€œDo hush!” she chided. “What if Mary should hear you and