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begging even if she wouldn’t.
    Next, he found her slim shoulders and explored the column of her neck, the curve of her jaw. Carefully, he probed her cheekbones and forehead, discovering the sharp structure of her small face. Stronger and bolder than he’d expected.
    Her brows were thin and smooth, her lashes long and feathery. “What color are your eyes?”
    “Brown and large. My father always said I had doe eyes.” Affection and a smidge of sadness bled into her voice.
    He chose to pursue the past-tense reference to her father later. Much later.
    She remained perfectly still while he brushed her full lips. Her mouth was a little wide, generous, and he wondered what those lips would feel like wrapped around his cock. With any luck, he’d find out soon enough.
    He found the shell of her ears, so delicate. Then he forked his fingers through her hair, delighted to find the tresses long and silky.
    “My hair is jet- black,” she offered, anticipating his question. “Do you like what you see?”
    “Oh, yes. Very much. But there’s still a couple of pieces missing from the picture,” he said, fingers trailing to her collarbone. Dipping to the vee of her blouse.
    “Then why don’t you complete it?”
    Taking the husky command at face value, he freed the buttons of her blouse one by one. Parting the material, he slid it off her shoulders and gently cupped her breasts. They just fit his palms, small, the pert nipples stabbing him insistently. With a half smile, he plucked them, loving her throaty groan. The way she scooted forward, arching into him.
    “Do you always go braless, pretty Lily?”
    “Most of the time,” she said, breathless. “I have little to put in one.”
    “Mmm. I think you’re just right, and I like the idea of you bare underneath your clothing.”
    “Then you’ll love the fact that I despise underwear.”
    “Fuck, yes.”
    “Please . . .”
    He knew what she craved. Had known since he heard her cry out in her room, driven to self-pleasure. His fully revived cock throbbed in his jeans, begging to be loosed from its confines and buried deep in her pussy. Preferably from behind, with her long hair wrapped around his wrist, clutched in his hands.
    Soon. For now, he wanted to satisfy her just enough to leave her writhing for more.
    “Sit on the edge of your chair, sweetheart.” She did, and this time voiced no protest at the endearment. He figured it prudent not to point that out.
    One hand continued to tease a tight nipple while the other sought the mound at the apex of her thighs. As she claimed, he found her absent of panties, and her sex . . .
    “Christ, yeah,” he murmured, rubbing the tender folds, already slick and hot for him. “I’m a fan of naked skin, especially here. Triples the sensations.”
    “ Jude. ”
    Lily clung to his shoulder, moaning, her body vibrating under his attentions. So responsive. He swirled her clit, picturing her spread for him, pink pussy glistening, black hair cascading all around her. It was nearly enough to make him come without touching himself.
    “I’d love to paint a portrait of you, posed just like this,” he said seductively.
    She stiffened, grip on him tightening. “Oh, yes,” she panted. “Yes!”
    He worked the nub relentlessly, tempted to penetrate her with his fingers. But a bit of patience would make the wait worthwhile for both of them.
    “Oh, God!” She bucked, exploding, riding out her orgasm as a warm rush coated his hand.
    “That’s it, honey. Take what you need.” When she went still, he lifted his hand and licked her essence from his fingers. “Delicious. Taste yourself.”
    Lily took the initiative, much to his satisfaction, cupping the side of his face and pressing her lips to his. Her tongue darted into his mouth, tasting their combined flavors.
    Incredibly erotic. Heaven.
    Her slight frame felt so good against him, a heady combination of softness and strength. She dominated the kiss and for a few seconds he let her,