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better clear a little more room,” I whispered.
    “I want to do more than perch on the edge.” His only reaction was a low groan and a speedy return to his rearranging.
    I let my hands draw lazy circles on the smooth skin of his back, slowly running over the newly bared territory.
    He was lightly tanned all over but darker past a T-shirt line on his arms. I smiled at the thought of him shirtless in the sun. I kissed a line up his back, nipping lightly at his shoulder, while my hands wandered lower to frame his lean hips.
    I pressed in closer to reach the button of his jeans, unfastening them with a flip and slowly drawing the zipper down. His hands stilled once more and his breath sped up to a pant. I dipped my fingers under the waistband and oh so slowly pushed the denim down, letting my body sink with the last of his clothing. I followed the retreating cloth with my lips, pressing kisses to his back and then down over his right hip and lower to his thigh.
    I was panting too by the time his erection sprang free.
    But I was dedicated to my job of making him naked. I resisted the urge to caress him even as I felt the moist heat bloom between my thighs. First the clothes. Then the reward.
    I focused on his sneakers, quickly loosening the ties as I heard books hitting the floor on the opposite side of the room. I raised one foot, then the other to take off his shoes and socks and the legs of his pants.
    Finally he was nude and I was ready to play. I L. Shannon
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    shrugged my borrowed shirt off to even the odds and slid up his body. The skin-on-skin friction sparked between us. Damn, he felt good. I rewarded myself, cupping his erection and slowly exploring his response to each touch.
    Ben spun me around and drew us both onto the cleared half of the bed. His weight pressed deliciously down on me, our chests brushing, and my thighs cradled his naked erection.
    His kiss was what shattered reality. I’d kissed and been kissed enough to know who deserved gold medals, and Ben was of the highest caliber. Every kiss became a piece of art. His hands and body stilled as if he could focus on only his kissing, and the man had a talent for focusing his whole being on one task.
    I wanted to drown in his kiss, to let him devour me in the sensual torment. But I also wanted more. I shifted, gliding one leg up around his thigh. I gasped as his body connected with my core. And when he did no more than continue to kiss me, I took control and slid against him, letting my folds ride his length, reveling in pleasure as the head of his erection hit my clit.
    He moaned into my mouth and then he shifted his weight and drove into me with a single hard thrust that left me gasping. Wave after wave of pleasure rode through my body.
    And in the joy of the moment I wanted to be sure Amethyst could share this with us. I opened my mind and welcomed her to feel everything. And thank God I did.
    With each sensation I felt the rush, then the echo as the pleasure rebounded through Amethyst.
    The third echo washed over me in a flash fire of sharp, resonating pleasure. Ben’s mouth gasped into mine as he hammered into my core and I thrust my hips, meeting 48
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    him. It was his pleasure I felt along with Amethyst’s.
    Then I was burning. The world roared, or maybe Ben did. I was beyond thought and leaped over the crest of my pleasure, riding the orgasm on and on.
    Slowly the world came into focus as we both struggled to breathe. I rasped out a short chuckle. “I think that counts as a quickie.”
    Ben drew back and I gasped at the amethyst sparkles that clung to his skin. “I think you burned a few years off my life.”
    He did have a bit of a pink glow, like I got if I stayed in the sun too long, but what worried me more was how he rubbed at his right arm. “Are you okay?”
    “Hell, yeah. I’ve never felt…so much, so deeply before. I don’t think I’ve ever considered what dragon fire might feel like during sex.” He grinned at me.