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ass,” he whispered, and then both his hands covered her there, squeezing and cuddling. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier until her eyes closed. Without thinking, she reached back for him. Her fingertips just grazed his fly long enough for her to feel the straining power of his erection.
    “No.” He caught her hands. “No touching from you.” He placed her hands alongside her thighs.
    “I want to touch you,” she said. “The same way you’re touching me.”
    “Yeah? Like this?” His hands came around her and he caught her nipples in his fingertips.
    Her back arched. “Sam…”
    “You like that, don’t you?” He tugged, plucked, and rolled. He opened his palms and grazed them over her, then covered her breasts, gently holding them while he kissed her shoulder, her nape. Every damp warm touch of his mouth brought her temperature up another degree.
    “Answer me, Ariel.”
    “I like it, but…I’d like it more if I could touch you, too.”
    He laughed, the sound masculine and satisfied. “I just bet you would. But then you’d be breaking the rules and we can’t have that.”
    He went back to tormenting her nipples and he took so long she wasn’t sure she could stand it. Her every nerve ending was alive, sizzling. Stars danced in front of her closed eyes, her breasts ached and felt heavy, and between her legs she throbbed and burned.
    And still he just played with her breasts and kissed her shoulders and back and neck.
    In desperation, she whispered, “Sam, please .” She honestly didn’t know how much more she could take. An imminent explosion skirted through her, almost there, but not quite. Her hips moved, embarrassing her, shaming her but she couldn’t seem to hold still.
    “All right,” he whispered. But he didn’t turn her to him. Instead, those tantalizing hands coasted down her ribs, over her belly, and between her legs. “Open them more.”
    Trying but unable to get her legs to cooperate, she whimpered.
    He helped her, putting one large foot between hers and nudging them open. “More. I want to be able to get to you.”
    Oh God .
    “How I teased your nipples? I’ll do that here, too.” His fingertips brushed against her clitoris and she cried out at the electrifying sensation—then felt his smile press to her shoulder. “Yeah, right there,” he said in deep triumph. “It’ll make you crazy, Ariel, and if we’re both lucky, you’ll come for me. I want you to, you know.”
    Horrified by the thought of standing and performing to his demands, she stiffened. Surely he didn’t expect her to do such a thing with him detached, manipulating her but uninvolved?
    “Don’t stiffen up on me.” Gently, using only his fingertips, he opened her. “We’ll get to the bed, I promise. No way in hell will this be it. Unless you tell me to stop.” Carefully, holding her open with one hand, he circled her clitoris again. She felt his fingers, his rough, warm fingers, moving over her and she couldn’t seem to get enough oxygen into her starved lungs. For one brief instant, she thought she might actually faint.
    “Breathe, Ariel.” He held still, waiting, leaning over her shoulder to watch her face. She did, gulping air and shaking from head to toe. “You’re close, aren’t you, baby? I wonder if you can do this standing up. Some women can’t you know. That tidal wave of melting pleasure washes over you and your legs go weak and…” He shrugged. “I’ll hold you, though. Don’t worry.”
    Staring straight ahead at the window opposite his bed, Ariel bit her lip, fighting the urge to plead with him again.
    “You’ll tell me if I hurt you.”
    “Yes.”
    He opened his mouth on her neck, giving her a soft love bite—and pushed his middle finger into her.
    Her head fell back, a deep, shuddering groan escaping her. He gave an answering growl of pleasure and pressed deeper and it was the most amazing thing, a little embarrassing, very arousing. Her hips moved again and this time she