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legs around his hips and smiled against his lips. This was definitely a much better ending to the night than she had expected.
    She moaned in delight as he tore her top from her. Her hair danced down her shoulders and tickled her bare skin like long black feathers. Her bra lasted even less time than the top, his quick fingers finding the clasps before stripping it from her. The cool air hit her breasts and made her gasp. Goosebumps chased over the exposed skin, her nipples tightening until they were hard and aching. Begging for his touch.
    He groaned at the sight, the expression on his face almost feral. If Jasmine had had any worries about her body they evaporated as soon as she saw the hot and hungry look in his eyes. He leaned down. Anticipation coursed through Jasmine, a deep-set thrill that shivered through her body and settled into an ache between her thighs.
    The first touch of his lips against the sensitive skin of her breasts was maddening. The second, as his lips fastened onto her nipple and drew it into the warm cavern of his mouth, was pure torture.
    “Oh God,” she whimpered, driving her hands into his hair and holding him against her.
    A rough growl rumbled through his throat as he worked his way up her breast toward her collarbone. As he kissed and nipped at her neck, her breathing quickened and she wiggled her hips against his.
    “You’re wearing too much,” she whispered as she nibbled on his ear. Her eyes rolled back as he worked his way up her neck, tearing his shirt off as he went. Buttons popped and hit the carpet at their feet. Dropping the shirt on the floor, he flicked his tongue over her nipple, then nipped lightly. Pleasure, white hot and immediate, shot directly from her nipple down to her clit.
    “Still too many clothes.” Jasmine wriggled against him as he kissed his way back up to her lips. “Anyone would think you’re shy here.”
    He grunted in dismissal. Setting her down, he unfastened his belt and slid his boots and jeans off. His cock sprang free, the thick shaft bobbing against his taut stomach as he kicked his clothes away. Immediately he pulled her back into his embrace, nestling his hard cock between her thighs. His arms wrapped around her as he claimed her lips like a thirsty animal drinking from a river.
    “Stand down, Sergeant,” she ordered against his lips. “I’m taking charge here.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” He chuckled, a deep sound of amusement that vibrated through his broad chest and tickled her bare breasts where they were pressed against him.
    “Good.”
    She kissed him once more, nipping softly at his lower lip before she wriggled free of his embrace. Casting him what she hoped was a sultry look from under her lashes, Jasmine started to kiss down his chest. She paused for a moment to swipe her tongue over his nipple and giggled when he sucked a quick breath in, then moved lower down to trail butterfly kisses over his toned stomach.
    He leaned back against the wall as she lowered herself. As she neared his waist, he tensed. His cock jumped in anticipation just below her lips, so close she could dip her head and lick the bead of precum from the swollen head.
    A tremble raked her body. Jasmine stopped halfway down his stomach and closed her eyes as she ran her cheek against his skin, an almost feline move as she breathed in the scent of his skin. Underneath the cologne, he had a natural, clean scent. Very masculine. It hit her on a primal level. Like her sense of smell was getting signals that plugged straight into her feminine instincts.
    Sitting back on her heels, she considered him. His cock was long and thick, flushed with arousal. Jasmine hummed approval in the back of her throat as she leaned forward. She liked doing this, and she knew she was good at it. A little out of practice but still…plenty of opportunity here.
    Grasping the base of his cock in gentle fingers, she snaked her tongue out and flicked it over the engorged head. He groaned, cock jerking in