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And still they kissed. His hands wandered over her shoulders, her arms, until they found her breasts. Her nipples tightened and budded against the fabric of her bra. They ached for his mouth, his tongue.

“Please, Harper, make love to me.”

Had those words come from her mouth? Yes they had, and she meant them with all her soul.

“Oh, baby.” The deep timbre of his voice vibrated over her. “I want you so much.”

He rose and took her hand, led her upstairs to a large master bedroom. A four poster king-size bed draped in a mahogany comforter sat against one wall.

He turned to her, his eyes smoldering. “Are you sure this time?”

Her clit throbbed with each beat of her heart. “I’m sure, Harper. Take me to bed.”

He gently led her to the bed and eased her down upon the silky covers. “You’re so beautiful, Amber.”

Her skin warmed. His words touched her heart, her soul. She knew she was attractive. Those years at Rachel’s had proved that. But to hear it from Harper’s full lips that had already given her so much pleasure was nirvana.

He slowly undressed her, discarded her blouse and her bra, and feasted on her nipples.

Sweet ecstasy. His mouth felt so good on her breasts, so good and so right. Her areolas wrinkled, pushing her nipples out farther, sending tingles to her core.

She’d had some experience—not a lot, but some—but never had she known a man who could drive her as crazy as this one.

“Your breasts are delicious,” he said.

He moved downward and deftly removed her skirt and panties. She started to kick off her mules, but he stopped her.

“Leave them on. You look amazing.”

She wanted to please him, truly she did, but leaving them on reminded her too much of her days at Rachel’s. She didn’t want anything to taint this night. She kicked them off anyway, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

He looked down, frowned slightly, but said nothing.

And into her mind came a single thought. He understood. She knew he did.

He spread her legs and smiled. “I can’t wait to taste you again.”

She tried to stop him, or she at least thought about it. He’d given her so much pleasure this morning that she wanted to please him first.

But when his tongue touched her hard bud, she was lost. He feasted on her folds, her clit, all of her, his stubble grazing over her and making her hotter. She shuddered. Had anything in the world ever felt as good as this?

Her hips rose, thrust against his mouth, urging him to delve deeper into her wetness. Her naked body tingled against his fully clothed one.

“You’re wearing too many clothes, cowboy.”

“Shh,” he said against her, his voice a soft vibration against her slick folds. “I’m busy.”

Far be it from her to bother a busy man. She reached forward, grabbed two fistfuls of his silky hair, and pulled him farther into her heat.

“God, that feels amazing.” When had her voice lowered an octave?

He held her at bay for what seemed like an eternity, until she couldn’t help but shout at him. “Please, you’ve got to let me come!”

He thrust two fingers inside her, and she shattered. Up she flew to the highest peaks of the Rockies. Her entire body throbbed along with her sex, and when she floated downward, his fingers still moved in and out of her, gently now, softly.

So good. So very good.

He lowered his head, but she stopped him. “Oh no, not this time.”


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