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then pulled aside the silk, baring her breasts. She wore only an underwire bra, but no cups.
    “Damn, that’s sexy.” His warm breath sailed across her breast, puckering her nipple.
    She shuddered, then cried out when he covered the bud with his lips, sucking the tip between his teeth. With a gentle tug, he pulled her nipple into his mouth, then bathed it with his tongue. Over and over again, like his kisses, loving her nipple, then covering her breast with his hand.
    Grace had very small breasts—not the kind men usually went crazy over. But Mike was paying very thorough attention to them. He took her to the peak of torment by licking and sucking one, then did the same thing to the other, his dark head bent over her as he focusedhis attention on each nipple until she arched her back to feed them to him.
    When he finally raised his head, she lifted herself up on her elbows, both her nipples erect, wet points, aching with pleasurable tenderness. Her pussy was wet and throbbing and she hoped he planned to fuck her soon because she was about to self combust.
    “I want you naked,” was all he said, his lips curling in a hint of a smile.
    He lifted her and pulled her blouse off, unhooked her bra and tossed both garments onto a nearby chair. Then he pushed her back onto the mattress and slipped his hand under her to pull her skirt off, taking his time to draw the silk down her legs. He followed the fabric, moving between her legs and spreading them, then staring at her again.
    Still, he was fully clothed and she wore only her black panties.
    “You have an incredibly beautiful body.”
    “Thank you.” For heaven’s sake, she was blushing! She felt the heat creep into her face and couldn’t believe it. She never blushed. Though she hardly considered herself gorgeous, she knew she had pretty hair and unusual violet eyes, which more than made up for her small breasts and lack of curves. She’d long ago accepted that she wasn’t hideous but she was no raving beauty. Yet, the way Mike looked at her made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. And that was an incredibly heady feeling.
    “I’ll bet your pussy is as pretty as the rest of you.” He slipped his fingers under the skimpy strings at her hips and drew the panties down, but only part way. She lifted, wanting to help him, willing to do anything to get naked, then to get him naked, but he was bound and determined, obviously, to do this his way. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her hipbone.
    Could a woman die from arousal? From an overabundance of stimulation? Because it was happening. His mouth was…rightthere…so close and yet he was teasing her with soft kisses to her belly, her hips, dragging her panties down an inch at a time.
    “Mike, please.” She couldn’t breathe. She was getting light-headed. She wished she was stronger because she swore she’d flip him onto his back and rape him at this point. A quick glance between his legs told her his erection was still there. Oh, man, was it still there.
    “Please what, darlin’?”
    His words, mumbled against her inner thigh. So close she could feel his breath at her pussy. So close, if he flicked his tongue out he’d touch her there. She’d go off in a heartbeat if he did.
    She couldn’t even answer him. He knew what she wanted, what she was asking for. She didn’t have to tell him.
    “God, you smell good,” he said, taking her panties down another inch.
    She was dying. Really dying this time, because he kissed right above her sex, and she prayed he was going to move down, follow the trail of her panties.
    “Why are you doing this?” She didn’t realize until he stilled that she’d said the words aloud.
    “Because you deserve it.”
    She wasn’t sure if it was a compliment or not, because at the moment she felt tortured, as if she were enduring some kind of punishment. Was he doing this because she’d teased him by touching herself and not letting him see?
    Or was she just so lost in