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beautiful skin.” His hands came up to push the bra straps down her arms until the garment landed on the floor next to her shirt. Her nipples were already tight with desire, the physical ache for touch boarding on unbearable. “Before the night’s done, I will touch every inch of you.”
    A noise somewhere between a whimper and a moan escaped from her lips. Never in her entire life had she felt this turned on, this overwhelmed, this desired by a man.
    By anyone. Period.
    His hands moved down her back before his fingers edged under the waist of her skirt. They moved back and forth against her skin in a silent foreshadowing of what was next.
    “Remove your skirt, Cali.”
    She swallowed but complied without hesitation this time. With smooth fingers, he undid the small clasp at the back, eased the zipper down, then helped her push the material over her hips until it pooled at her feet.
    “Panties too.”
    The order sent shivers down her spine, but once again she obeyed. She was helpless to deny anything he asked. He’d taken complete control of her body and was bordering on owning her mind too.
    The lacy material fluttered against her skin before it landed at her feet. She released a shaky breath, feeling completely exposed. Naked except for her heels, she was bared both physically and emotionally.
    And still he touched her.
    Kept her there. Grounded. With him.
    In the moment.
    Callused, roughened fingers ran over her hips, down the sides of her thighs, back up and over her buttocks. Constant motion that focused her senses and her mind on nothing but him and the hot trail of fire that followed his touch.
    “Beautiful,” he whispered before he took her hand and guided her toward the bed.
    The very large bed that was the obvious focus of the room.
    She’d been surprised and relieved when they’d first entered the room to see both the bed and the lack of other domination equipment. Again, Master Jake had known what she needed.
    He turned her to face him, the back of her legs bumping against the smooth cotton of the bed sheets. He lifted her chin with one finger until her gaze met his once again. “What are you feeling?”
    Talk about an impossible question to answer. Her hands fidgeted at her sides as her mind scrambled to process an answer. “Scared...exposed...” There was more, but did she dare to tell him?
    “What else? I want to hear it all.”
    How did he do that? She swallowed and pushed on. “Flushed, excited...like I’m going to die if you don’t touch me soon.” The admissions made her heart race; her blood pumped through her over-sensitive body in heated waves of longing.
    He smiled, a devious, yet sensual curve of his lips that had her almost begging for everything he had to offer. “Where, exactly, should I touch you?”
    Damn him. “Can’t you figure that out?” she snapped, irritation forcing her voice to deepen. She didn’t want to direct him. She’d told him that. Her desire faded to disappointment. She took a step, ready to leave.
    “No.” His hands tightened on her shoulders, his body coming flush against hers. His eyes narrowed, cooling in their intensity. “Unless you use your safe word, I won’t allow you to run.”
    “Then stop talking and just do something,” she demanded, caution forgotten with her rising frustration.
    “Is that what you really want?” he challenged. “To be thrown down, paddled and taken blindly?” His hand landed with a sharp slap against her naked ass, forcing her to stumble into his chest and gasp in surprise. “Or do you want this?” He stepped back an inch, just enough for his hand to snake between their bodies and skim over her sensitive nipple.
    She moaned at the touch, the reaction impossible to hide.
    “And this,” he said, right before his mouth covered hers. His lips were firm and demanding, crushing over hers with authority. His tongue entered her mouth, engaging hers in a desperate battle. He tasted like chocolate and felt like heaven to