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off the cushion, needy of pressure on her sex. He’d been kneeling over her. His thighs bracketed her lower hips, but he’d kept his crotch several inches off her body. She made contact, pulsing her pelvis against the mind-blowing tease of his erection. He slipped his lips off her nipple. Harper gave a frustrated cry, partially because of the loss of his hot mouth, partially because of the feeling of how heavy and warm his cock felt through his jeans.
    “Are you doing this to make up for last night, or are you just intent on driving me crazy?” she asked, panting.
    A slow smile started across his handsome mouth. “Can’t it be a little of both?”
    “Huh?” she asked, discombobulated. She jerked her gaze off the vision of his erect cock pressing against the front of his jeans. She watched him as he once again swung his leg over her and came down next to her on the lounge, reclining on his hip.
    “Maybe you’re right,” he said, as if to himself. He unfastened the remaining buttons on her pink sweater and began working on her dress. “I could play with your breasts forever. They’re uncommonly pretty.” She gasped when he reached up and pinched a hard, swollen crest gently, his fingertips sliding with the wetness he’d left from his mouth. At the sound she made, he glanced up at her face. “Your cheeks are bright pink.”
    “I can’t help it,” she managed, because his quick, adept hand was now moving down her belly as he unfastened her dress, and it was highly distracting. “It’s my coloring.”
    She sensed his pleasure more than saw it displayed in any obvious way on his face.
    “I like that. It means you can’t hide anything,” he said. Her breath stuck on an inhale when his long fingers paused at the last button of her dress, just an inch above her mons. He opened his hand over her bare stomach and caressed her.
    “Breathe, Harper.”
    Her eyelids popped open at his quietly uttered words. That eerie sense of familiarity came over her yet again. She forced her eyes to focus on him. Then he slipped two fingers beneath the elastic band of her panties and buried them between her labia, and the strange feeling was washed away by a flood of lust.
    No. She’d never experienced
anything
like Jacob Latimer before.
    She made a disbelieving sound. Her elbows pressed into the pillows and her back arched as he rubbed her clit. She burned.
    “No, you definitely can’t hide that. You’re so wet. Are you this wet, just from having me suck on your pretty breasts?” she heard him say. She realized she’d clamped her eyelids closed when he pushed his fingers into the cleft of her labia.
    “Does that surprise you?” she asked through a choked voice. He really worked some magic with those long, knowing fingers.
    “A little, yeah. It’s not often a woman gets this wet, this fast, without anything but a little breast play.”
    Her eyes sprang open. His face hovered over hers. He’d been watching her reaction to his touch closely.
    “Are you complaining?” she whispered.
    “A man doesn’t complain over a blessing,” he said, his gaze narrowing on her mouth. A moan trickled past her lips. She was so hot, and his fingers felt so good. Her clit simmered. She was going to come soon. Was that the pressure of his cock against her hip, the heat of his arousal penetrating his jeans? She wanted to touch him. She wanted to hold him while she trembled in climax.
    “Let me put down my arms,” she said.
    “No, honey. You keep them right there,” he said, the quick, gruff quality of his reply and the slant of his mouth telling her he meant exactly what he said. A ripple of excitement went through her, igniting her. She twisted her head on the pillow, pushing up on her pelvis. The friction was optimal.
    “I’m going to come.”
    “Of course you are.” He rubbed harder. Faster. Her lips parted, and he caught her cry with his mouth.
    He kissed her forcefully while wave after wave of pleasure shuddered through her.