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like. For instance, you can tell me if you’d rather have your nipples caressed, pinched, or something else. Maybe you’re not even sensitive there, but we’ll find out. Then you can tell me if you like my mouth on your pussy, if you like to be kissed while I fuck you, or if you enjoy bondage.”
    Rachel felt her eyes widen. And her body begin to overheat.
    â€œYes, we’re going to do all that and more.” He cupped her thigh. “You’re assuming I’m as inept as Owen. I promise, beautiful, that I won’t let you down. I know we just met a few hours ago, but I’m about to become your lover. If we’re going to make that work, you’ve got to trust me with your body or this is going nowhere.”
    A really good point . . .
    â€œIt’s not that I don’t trust you.”
    â€œOh?” He grinned. “Well, if it’s not that, then you’re just naturally a control freak?”
    She felt heat flood her cheeks. “I’ll . . . um, plead the fifth.”
    With a lopsided smile, he stood, unfolding every inch of that mouthwateringly male body. The slightest inhalation made his abs ripple. His biceps flexed when he held out his hand to her. “Come with me.”
    How the devil was she supposed to say no to that?
    Rachel put her hand in his, and he squeezed it. “Lead the way.”
Show me what to do.
    He hesitated. “Is your bedroom down the hall?”
    â€œYes.” She smiled faintly. “I actually feel so comfortable with you that I’d forgotten you don’t know where anything is. Come with me, then you can take over.”
    Decker linked their fingers, then bent to scoop up his pants. She led him past the darkened rooms lining the hallway, then into her shadowy bedroom. She debated flipping on the lamp sitting on her nightstand. Did he want to see her? Would he rather be in the dark?
    â€œYou’re thinking and not communicating,” he pointed out as he set the jeans aside and drew her into his arms, against him.
    â€œOne of the perils of being a teacher. I can’t say everything I think in a classroom.”
    â€œI’ll bet.” He kissed her nose playfully, then her cheek, moving toward her ear. “Trust, remember?”
    â€œYeah. Got it.”
    â€œYou’re nervous.”
    Why deny the obvious? “It’s been almost two years, since just before Owen and I separated.”
    â€œA beautiful woman should be pleasured well and often. But I don’t think that’s the only issue.
I
make you nervous.”
    He didn’t ask; he knew. “There were prettier girls at the bar.”
    â€œNo.” He shook his head. “There were easier girls at the bar. When you’re twenty-one, yeah, that’s great. A few drinks, a joke or two, and you’ll probably get lucky. By the time a guy is thirty, he’s looking for some substance along with a girl’s great rack. By then, he’s figured out that he likes a little conversation afterward, too.”
    Rachel rolled her eyes, but felt a smile crease her face. “So how old are you?”
    â€œOld enough to enjoy talking to you,” he drawled, nipping at her earlobe. “Later . . .”
    Which probably meant he was over thirty. If not, he’d be with someone named Barbie or Tawny having much less conversation. But the answer didn’t really matter now, especially not when he brushed his lips over her throat. Goodness, that sent an electric shiver through her body.
    â€œI don’t know anything about you,” she protested.
    â€œDo you want to know my date of birth and blood type or do you want to know what I feel like when I’m fucking my way deep inside your aching pussy?”

Four
    DECKER’S QUESTION TURNED HER SHIVER INTO A SHUDDER. Rachel’s breath caught. Heat slid through her. Blood rushed to her nipples. “Th-the latter.”
    â€œThat’s what