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precision and mastery. She felt absolutely melted by his expertise. She had actually lost track of how many times she had just climaxed, and here she was, mere moments later, wanting him all over again.
    He broke the kiss and looked at her, gently sweeping her face with the palm of his hand. She gazed back, noting his straight glossy black hair, just slightly long and jagged at the edges. She traced his angled black brows with her thumb and looked into his hooded caramel-colored eyes, admiring the faint laugh lines that radiated from their corners, the length and thickness of his lashes. His skin was polished and gorgeous, the color of dark brown sugar. His cheekbones were high and sharp. His nose was strong and hawkish, in contrast to his full, sensuous red mouth. His jaw was pronounced and just slightly shaded with stubble. She knew from experience that even after his closest shave, the five o’clock shadow would return within hours.
    She sighed to herself in admiration. “Are you hungry? Thirsty?”
    He shook his head and smiled at her. That sexy smile that unfolded so slowly over his face.
    “Let’s go to bed,” he said gruffly, pulling her closer. “I’m not done with you, mi amor .”
    Her knees practically buckled and she knew that to be taken to bed was all she wanted as well.
    She led him to her bedroom, pushing aside the piles of clothes, glad that she had at least changed the sheets recently.
    He started to lay her down under him, but she shook her head and pushed him onto the mattress first. He smiled and rolled onto his back, watching her with a hooded gaze as she primly took off his shoes and socks and then reached for the button on his pants and shimmied them off him.
    Her breath caught. This was the first time she had seen him fully naked, and she couldn’t help but stare. He was extraordinary. He smiled at her, perfectly at ease, and put his arms behind his head. She had to keep herself from laughing out loud with joy and wonder. Finally , she thought. Finally he is here .
    She had dreamed of this moment so many times, never really believing that it would actually happen.
    He stirred, and his muscles stretched and flexed under his golden brown skin. She reached out to touch him, tracing the width of his shoulders and chest and the way his body tapered to his narrow waist and hips. She followed the hair on his chest, down the treasure line on his stomach, and wrapped her hand around his hard, pulsing length.
    His breath stuttered, and he closed his eyes for a moment. She dipped down and took him as far into her mouth as she could, loving the slight taste of herself on him, loving the way he got even harder, the way his breath hissed out, and then he groaned with pleasure as she sucked and licked the length of him.
    She climbed up on the bed and straddled him, dragging her borrowed shirt over her head and then leaning down to kiss him. He reached up and tangled his hands in her hair, answering her kiss with his own, pulling her down on top of him.
    He wrapped his arms around her, and she wriggled against him, neatly fitting her body to his. She lay her head upon his chest, listening to the loud and steady beat of his heart. His skin was soft over the rigid planes of his muscles, his chest hair scratched pleasantly against her cheek, and he smelled of sweet hay and salt. She smiled when she recognized a trace of her own scent on his skin. His hands wandered down and cupped her rear, pushing her more firmly against him.
    She pressed herself to him for a moment, savoring the way his skin against hers sent flares of pleasure throughout her body. She propped herself up on one elbow and fumbled in her nightstand for a condom, ripping it open with her teeth and unrolling it onto him. She lay back on top of him again, pushing her body against his, and then she opened her legs, and he slid into her.
    That first thrust sent sparks of heat blazing through her body, making her stomach clench, her cheeks burn; even