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Hands shaking, Raven complied with fumbling fingers. Once the blouse was opened, he lightly traced the hardened tips of her nipples through the tattered, washed-out length of indigo cotton binding her breasts. “Will you take this off for me?”

She untied the small knot in the center and slowly removed it. His watching her made the embers blaze to flames. She removed her blouse as well, leaving herself bare to the waist, to the moonlight and the night’s breeze. He kissed his way down the edge of her throat, and she, remembering his words from that afternoon, filled her hands with her breasts and silently offered him first one and then the other. He feasted while she arched sensually, and her alto voice crooned softly with delight.

“Is this what you wanted?” he husked out as he bit her gently.

“Yes,” she groaned.

“Where else do you want my touches? Do you want them between your thighs?”

The way his mouth kept capturing hers, and then lowering to seduce her nipples until they pleaded, made it difficult to think, let alone speak.

He whispered hotly against her ear, “I wantto watch you come, but I need your consent before I can give you my fingers to ride.”

His scandalous words and expertise left her hovering on the edge of an orgasm. Needing no prompting, she raised the front of her skirt and opened her legs. “Please, yes.”

“The next time we do this, it’ll be my cock.”

“Promises, promises.”

“Sassy woman.” He kissed her roughly and eased aside the split in her drawers to ply the small kernel of flesh whose only purpose was pleasure. As heat climbed and spread, he eased in two fingers imbued with so much erotic magic, she cried out as the orgasm shattered her a second later.

He said softly, “It has been a long time, hasn’t it?”

Rattled by her body’s response, sensation was all she was aware of. That and the soft touches he slid over her and in her while she tried to put body and mind back together. Once she could finally frame speech again, she said shakily, “Thank you,” and kissed him deeply. Reaching between them, she ran a possessive hand over the rock-hard proof of his arousal, and holding his burning eyes, began undoing the closure of his trousers. His hand gently covered hers.

“That isn’t necessary.”

“Of course it is. You’ve given me pleasure and I want to repay you in kind.”

“Raven—”

“Quiet, Steele.”

Bare-breasted as an autumn-skinned goddess, she slid down his body to her knees, undid the front of his trousers, and exposed him. After a few well-placed, torrid licks, she closed that mouthy mouth around him and took him straight to heaven. “God, woman.”

“See how you’re rewarded when you do as I ask?”

The sultry, languid licks, sucks, and warmth of her talented attentions had him arching up out of the chair in ardent response. She tantalized him from tip to scrotum, and the orgasm gathered like a storm. “I’m going to come.”

“Then do it and stop talking.”

Chuckling, he expected her to pull back, but she continued to ply him so erotically, he came with a shout so loud, he slapped his hand over his mouth to keep it from reverberating to the Quarter, while she took all he had to give.

When he could move again, he reached down and guided her back onto his lap. He didn’t expect her to cuddle close but she did. He draped his arms around her and kissed the top of her hair. As he wondered how in the world he was going to let her go when it became time to return to Boston, the silence was torn by another shout. He and Raven stared at each other.

“Since the only other man here is your father,he and Mama must be practicing for their wedding night.”

And the idea of that was so unexpected and outrageous, they covered their mouths and laughed uproariously.

Once the humor faded, their eyes met. “Thank you again,” she voiced sincerely.

“I’m always at your service.”

Suddenly shy, she glanced away. “This was a one-time thing, Steele.”

“Whatever you say,” and his smile appeared.

“Stop smiling,” she fussed, unable to hide her own amusement.


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