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perfection.
     
    His palm swept over her from her neck to just below her bellybutton and she quivered, anticipation building to a pounding crescendo. For a second, he left her again and she resisted the urge to open her eyes. She heard the clink of his belt as it hit the floor and the whoosh of his slacks. Her heartbeat accelerated.
     
    He would be naked now, all corded muscle and perfect skin. His knee dipped the mattress as he returned to her, brushing butterfly kisses over her neck and collarbone. With her eyes closed, she was awash in a sea of sensations. His fingertips lightly pinched her nipples before his lips soothed away the sting. She felt the rasp of his cheek against the side of her breast.
     
    And then a different kind of touch. The breath snagged in her throat as she recognized the warm strokes. He rubbed her thighs with the head of his cock, circling the skin in tantalizing spirals. Working his way up, he straddled her thighs and caressed her bellybutton with his thickness.
     
    Tess bit her lower lip to keep from screaming. The heat and hardness of his cock came closer, sliding in between her breasts. She plumped the mounds and Jaxon began to rock, pumping in and out of the valley.
     
    “Now open your eyes,” he commanded in a guttural voice. “See what you do to me.”
     
    Following the dictate, she caught sight of the beauty of his cock, thick veins, smooth skin with a drop of moisture clinging to the slit which seemed to grow wider before her eyes.
     
    She opened her mouth to speak but he pressed his finger against her lips. “No words,” he whispered, beginning to slide back down her body, rubbing his cock over every inch of her skin, taking his time.
     
    “Are you wet for me?”
     
    The erotic words made her heart skip a beat and she couldn’t answer, but then she didn’t need to. For his fingers slipped between the lips of her pussy to check for himself.
     
    “Oh yeah. You’re wet.”
     
    The feel of his hard fingers sinking deep into her channel, stretching her flesh made her hips arch off the bed. Her body begged for his, her pussy weeping with need.
     
    The moon lit the room with a gentle glow, allowing Jaxon to see every inch of her glorious body. When had he last seen such a treasure? Her beauty as perfect as the most exquisite of statues. He’d traveled the world but had never been so enraptured by one woman and never so quickly. His cock hardened even more, testing his control.
     
    “I want to taste you,” he whispered. She swallowed and the delicate skin at the base of her throat drew his gaze.
     
    She couldn’t move, didn’t want to move. His fingers were a gentle brush, gliding over her skin, her abdomen, drifting lower to the slim line of hair covering her cleft. She shivered and her breath soughed out of her lungs in a desperate bid for release.
     
    She didn’t hear a sound except for the whisper of skin on skin. Biting her lower lip, she clenched her hands into fists.
     
    “Are your eyes still closed?” Her scent reached out to him, a heady combination of musk and pure woman.
     
    “Yes.” Why was he asking her to talk? She could barely think.
     
    His lips began a tantalizing journey up her thigh. She tried to keep from moaning but heat exploded in her abdomen and she whispered a word. Just one word. Jaxon.
     
    Nimble fingers brushed over her mound and she arched her back. How long had it been since a man had touched her there?
     
    “Open your legs wider.”
     
    She followed the instruction without hesitation, widening the gap between her thighs. The tip of his index finger found her clit easily, the roughness contrasting sharply with the sensitive nub. She let out a long moan and flattened her palms against the comforter. Common sense might have left her, but tonight she would enjoy each touch, each whisper and each sigh.
     
    His index finger moved lower, sinking within the depths of her sheath and Tess pushed back upward against the pressure,