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their bodies ready and their minds set the end would be spectacular. Spectacular beat fast every time.
    She smiled to ease him and pecked Jared on the lips. “You should know Philip’s completely gone,” she patted her chest over her heart.
    “Glad to hear it.” His eyes glowed relief and happiness. “Now that there are only two of us here, let’s move to the bed.” He slid his hands down her arms to her hands and tugged.
    She moved off the counter and felt the dip as he swung her up into his arms. She’d never been carried before. “I like this,” she said, “My pirate’s carrying me off to ravish me.”
    “Prepare yourself, then. I’m definitely not stopping now.”
    She laughed and set her lips to his earlobe as he walked.
    “Yes, yes, yes,” she breathed into his ear. “Ravish me, take me, all of me, all over.”
    He followed her down onto the bed and she fell into a warm cocoon of heat and desire and longing where for the first time in too long, she wasn’t alone. “Before things get any more interesting, I have to leave you here,” he said. “I put the condoms away in the bathroom cabinet.”
     
    Jared had another reason for going slow. She was tiny in spite of her taut athletic build. He was far too aroused for her comfort.
    Seeing her timid expression when he returned, he knew he would have to ease into her. But, he would get into her, of that he was sure, because under the timidity he read hunger that matched his own.
    She rolled to her side, propped her head on her elbow and patted the bed in invitation. He settled next to her. He slid his arm under her head so she could snuggle into him then slowly petted her smooth warm thigh. He traced her flushed skin from knee to crotch, where he found her dewy curls. He finger combed through them.
    She bit her lip. “That’s nice. The buzz goes straight inside.”
    Smiling, he kissed the top of her head.
    She ran a palm from his waist to his shoulder. “Take me somewhere hot, Jared, somewhere steamy,” she said. “But take me slow.”
    He shuddered at the thought of having her for a week. Of all the things he’d do to make her want to stay. Stretching her arms over her head, he held her wrists by one hand. He coaxed her to lie flat, set out for him like a feast.
    He fed.
    He fed on her neck, her ears, licked her collarbones, making sure to dip into the hollow at the base of her throat. Her neck was warm and smelled of heaven and promise. Her breasts were full and lush, tipped with nipples that tasted of candy and sugar. He sucked on her deeply, coaxing her to stay still by weighing her down with a leg thrown over hers. When she moaned low in her throat, he stopped.
    “No, no sounds, no movement, Teri. If you want slow you have to help me. If I feel you respond, if I feel you want me, I’ll go too fast, too hard, too soon. I’ll take, Teri, I’ll take and take and take. And you’ve given enough.”
    She nodded, but didn’t speak, although her eyes spoke volumes. She wanted him, but he put the thought out of his head. This had to be about Teri receiving. As much as she said her heart was free, she’d been through a shock and she needed time.
    When she’d been filled up again, when she felt whole again, he could take. She would be strong enough then.
    He slid down her body and kissed her thigh. Working his way down past her knee, skimming along her calf he spent considerable time licking her fine-boned ankle. Then he moved on to the arch of her instep. It was when he licked her big toe and took it into his mouth that she squealed.
    She thrashed on the bed until he quieted her by placing his palm over her vulva. She was wet, nearly dripping. When he pressed lightly, she moaned.
    “Let it go, Teri. You need to come, deep and hard and I’ll take you there now.”
    “Yes, please.” She opened her legs wider to accommodate the full width of his hand.
    He pressed against her clitoris and rubbed gently but steadily. A sigh of satisfaction signaled