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One kiss melded into another, until it was impossible to distinguish when one ended and another began. His hands were in constant motion. They caressed her neck, her back, her waist, her breasts. Jade was no longer timid about touching him, either. His chest was uncharted territory that she explored with inquisitive hands and curious, but cautious, lips.

“Go ahead,” he murmured when her lips hovered above his nipple.

She licked it daintily and discovered how exciting that was. She was thirty-three years old, and this was the first man’s body she’d had access to. It was a wonderland of new experiences for her eyes, hands, and mouth.

Frequently Dillon’s lips returned to her breasts. He kissed them repeatedly. With the nimble tip of his tongue, he could make her almost delirious. She folded her arms around his head and clasped him tightly to her chest, loving the feel of his thick hair against her smooth skin and the warm, wet motion of his mouth.

Her center grew achy. The lips of her sex pouted with an influx of blood and desire. To ease the feverish ache, she instinctively arched her pelvis and ground it against him.

He swore lavishly.

She didn’t realize that he had slipped his hands beneath her skirt until she felt his palms sliding up the backs of her thighs. “Is it all right, Jade?”

She could only moan incoherently.

His hands moved over her derriere, palming her, pulling her closer. Then he lowered his head and nuzzled the valley of her thighs through her skirt.

“Ohmygod.” She gasped at the burst of pleasure the unexpected caress brought her. Her thighs liquefied. She clutched his shoulders tightly. He splayed one hand over her derriere and moved the other to the front panel of her panties. His fingers slipped beneath the lace and into the dense, glossy curls above her sex.

Jade didn’t even think to be afraid. Rather, she released a ragged sigh and bent her head over his.

“Open your thighs a little, Jade.”

He didn’t poke at her. He didn’t crudely probe. His fingers were gently questing, persuasively stroking, applying no more pressure than the beat of a butterfly’s wings. She inched her knees farther apart.

“That’s it,” he whispered encouragingly. “Christ, you’re wet.” He nudged her breast, then turned his mouth into it. “Silky wet.”

His finger slipped between the swollen flesh but didn’t penetrate her. Gently, slowly, he separated the full lips to expose that most sensitive spot to the revolving strokes of his finger. By instinct, Jade began to undulate against his hand.

The candlelit room began to shrink around her. Her universe was reduced to the center of the bed, the center of her body, where Dillon was giving her more pleasure than she had ever dreamed possible. His tongue was on her nipple, flicking it as delicately as the pad of his finger was moving over her slippery clitoris.

Her tummy quickened. Her breasts heaved on each rapid breath. Heat consumed her. Shamelessly, she rode his hand. When the pressure became unbearable, when her body had become a combustion chamber, she caught his muscled shoulder between her teeth to keep from crying out as the shattering release came.

He fell back among the pillows, bringing her with him, so that she was sprawled across his chest and belly, her legs lying between his. He strummed her spine, stroked her bottom, massaged her shoulders.

Her head remained buried in the hollow of his neck. On her descent, she breathed deeply of the scent of his sweat mingling with her perfume and his cologne. Occasionally a tiny tremor shimmied through her.

Eventually, he placed his hands on either side of her head and lifted it so he could gaze into her face. “You were something,” he whispered gruffly.

She ducked her head with chagrin. “I never knew it would be so… so…”

“My words exactly.” They laughed softly. They kissed softly. Then they kissed carnally, their tongues entwining. Dillon unfastened the waistband of her skirt and pushed it down her thighs. His hands slid into her panties. His rough palms closed over her derriere, drawing her up.

“I want to feel you against me, Jade. Your wet, your heat—against me. I swear my cock will stay where it is, but, hell…”

She wanted to feel him, too. Moments before she had thought that all her desire had been exhausted in one act. Instead, his kisses were already renewing the longing ache that was at once new and yet familiar.

She kicked away her garments and stretched out over him. When Dillon caressed her again, his hands touched naked flesh, and he groaned. He continued to pull her up his body until his mouth could reach her breast.

It seemed natural for her legs to part. Her knees separated to straddle his w

aist. He wrapped his hands around the backs of her thighs and slid them up and down in a caress that made her weak.

“Dillon, please.”

She couldn’t specifically name what she was begging for. But she never would have anticipated what he gave her. Grasping her hips between his hands, he drew them up as he leaned forward off the pillows. He buried his face in the glossy hair between her thighs. To keep from pitching forward, Jade gripped the rails of the headboard behind his head.

He kissed the springy, dark curls.


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