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making love to me. No pain tonight. Do you understand?”
    I nodded, trying not to be overcome with emotion, watching him as he unzipped his jeans, pulling jeans and plaid boxers off in one swoop. As he stood naked before me, I was very aware of how much I appreciated the beauty of his body, tall and lean, long-limbed and tan. Fine dark hair covered his arms and legs, thicker hair covered his chest, narrowing to a trail that led enticingly to his hard cock. I could say that he stood there posing. I could say that he wanted me to look, he wanted me to commit to memory each shadowed muscle, each subtle nuance that made his body distinctly his. The truth was Page 12

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    perhaps somewhere in the middle of me being unable to stop looking and him wanting me to look my fill.
    I looked until I could look no longer without touching him, and then reached out to him without thinking, just reaching. Grasping my hand, he folded it over his and kissed each finger, turning my palm to kiss the inside of my hand. A man had kissed me in a similar manner in my past—Lion. I have never been kissed that way by a man who knew what he was doing and put every bit of emotion he held in his being into the kiss, energy crawling over my palm with his lips, the kiss itself electric, coursing through my body, awakening parts of me that I was unaware were sleeping.
    Moving to the foot of the bed, he slipped my sandal from my right foot, kneeling before me to kiss each toe as he had my fingers, except after kissing, he ran his tongue over and under each toe, until each had felt the soft lick of pleasure. Continuing to hold my foot, he ran his tongue down the length of my arch before placing a kiss on my ankle. Not to be neglectful, he pulled my other sandal off and repeated the sensual tongue worship on my left foot, drawing and sucking on each toe, discovering quickly that my left foot was more than slightly ticklish. I’m sure the sadist in him made him lick my arch while I wiggled and screamed, begging him to stop. I was both relieved and sorry when he did.
    Standing, he watched me. It was hard to lie still, waiting an uncomfortable length of time for him to join me, until finally he bent over me, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, wiggling them down over my hips, pulling the fabric to free my legs. He left my black lace panties on my hips while he moved higher, pulling my T-shirt over my head and tossing it carelessly across the room. Lowering his body onto the bed, he covered me, sliding his hands beneath my back to release the hook closure of my black bra with a quick, skilled flick. Drawing the lace away from my breasts and pulling the straps free of my arms, he threw the bra over his shoulder as he lowered his hot mouth to my nipple, his tongue gliding to circle it, teasing me, making my back arch, before allowing me the small pleasure of being sucked. When I could barely stand another second of licking, teasing, circling, sucking, he switched to the other breast, leaving the first so lonely that I reached up to pinch myself.
    “No, Kitten.” He pulled my hand back, pushing my arms up over my head. “Don’t move. You said that you understood there would be no pain tonight, no pinching, no pulling, and no biting. Do you? Do you understand?”
    “You’re going to drive me insane!” I cried out, arching my back, trying to rub my lace-covered clit against his thigh, frustrated when he angled away, still hovering over me, but not touching me.
    “Can you let me make love to you, Kitten—gently?”
    “Yes!” I sobbed, begging, “Please don’t stop—touch me, touch me, touch me.”
    His lips descended to kiss each nipple, just a soft kiss on the tips standing out hard, pebbled tight, each ready for more, each in agony to be sucked and sucked hard, and if not sucked, pinched, pulled, bitten.
    However, Garrett had his own agenda, kissing so softly I barely felt his