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give in to the endless hunger to devour that man, I went for no n chalance. “Whatever you fix is fine with me. ” I cleared my throat when the words y o deled out, bringing more heat to my cheeks . “Are you sure I can't do anything, I feel useless just sitting here.” I clasped both hands tightly together on the butcher block top .
    “Nope, we have a deal. I cook and you clean.” He threw a sexy grin over his shoul d er , flood ing my body with heat . Shit . Like the most popular guy on the planet had j ust singled me out . I lowered my eyes, fighting an ear to ear grin that would surely let on how much I loved that . But I lost the fight.
    “Did I say something funny?”
    I shook my lowered head. “Nah, not at all.”
    “Really.” His tone said he didn't believe me and was intent on finding out.
    My universe calibrated to the smooth sway of his slow approach. Each measured step restrained me for what ever he might need or want . His panther stride led him just behind me. My heart thundered to that lonesome ache deep in my being and I prayed he'd somehow just hear it and know without me telling him ; be merciful and answer it .
    He slowly swept my hair away from my neck, his fingers softly brushing the skin. Goosebumps filled my body and my eyes fluttered shut. I felt his lips approach my skin like a sixth sense. His breath was suddenly there, a silky heat. “Tell me,” he whispered.
    Tell him? Tell him what?
    Those full lips lightly pressed into my skin . I fought the urge to fall back against him. Good lord, it was there. I wanted him. Like I'd never wanted anything, like I'd never had sex in my life much less five minutes ago. Surely that wasn't normal, he'd think I was whore.
    His tongue drew slow wet circles, dissolving my anxiety. I could only hold on to the edge of the counter with both hands. “What was so funny?” His whisper throbbed between my legs then tingled in my nipples. I tried to hear his words and understand them. Tried to think past the world of Johnny Blue . He settled his mouth on my neck, opening it wide. Good lord, so hot, and wet.
    I whimpered in response before croaking his name. “Johnny.”
    He groaned deep and opened wider, sucking the skin on my neck hard . I gave a sharp gasp mixed with a desperate moan, reaching a hand for his head, to hold on to, to feel, to press closer . My breath came fast as he moved that suction over my skin in a passion that was desperately painful . My fingers pulled in his hair and I arched my back, aching to feel him.
    H is fingers stealthily found my erect nipple and slowly flicked over it. “Johnny, Johnny, please, yes.” His other fingers slowly threaded through my hair then gradually tightened and pulled my head back. I yelped a gasp when his mouth broke free from my neck . A steady flow of mewling sounds spilled out of me as he continued rolling my nipple slowly between his fingers.
    I could feel those intent blue eyes on my face when he turned my head toward him, using that firm grip in my hair. I worked my heavy lids open, wanting to see his beautiful face . He released my nipple only to glide over and pleasure my other one, le t ting his forearm continue to tease the first.
    If it were possible, my heart sped up at meeting that serious look on his face. The one that seemed tormented, d evastated . His stare quivered through my body and made lava ooze out of my ce nter and drip between my legs. I licked my lips with drawn brows, hypnotized by the sweet torment .
    “Sit on the counter.”
    Thought I'd swoon ; f rom what he said and the way his voice broke with raw passion. Seemed like a commanding beg somehow . He slowly released my hair and let those eyes slide lower to my heaving chest . “Take off your shirt . But leave your pan t ies.”
    I did as he said, my movements as graceful as a rusted tin man. With my shirt off, I sat there on the bar stool, suddenly too timid to look him in the eyes .
    “Move your hair.”
    My clit throbbed at