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But I closed my eyes a second time as he took his time unfastening, peeling the jeans over my hips. As he started to tug the dense material down my legs, I felt every muscle tense.

“Relax, baby girl. I’m a rough guy but I will never hurt you.”

I breathed out finally, realizing I’d been holding the cold air into my lungs long enough I was now lightheaded. Suddenly, he was the one who sucked in his breath as he managed to peel them and my matching purple thong down at the same time.

Wasn’t I thankful I’d been frisky enough to match both pieces of lingerie, something I hadn’t bothered doing for a very long time. Maybe I’d had a premonition I’d meet Mr. Hot and Rugged. I bit my lower lip to keep from laughing, also trying to keep from being but so embarrassed.

If my memory served me, I’d never undressed or been undressed in the middle of a room. Even in the bedroom, it was a situation where the lights were turned out before I crawled under the covers.

Why I’d been so unnerved or maybe ashamed was beyond me but this man, this huge and sexy as hell stranger was making me feel something I’d never felt before.

Freedom.

From my mind. From the plague of images.

From my inhibitions.

Was that really possible?

When the thick material was around my ankles, he took his time to run his fingers up and down my back, both tickling and caressing at the same time. I threw my head over my shoulder, doing my best to watch every move he made. I hadn’t paid close enough attention to the multiple-day stubble covering his square jaw. It made him look that much sexier, so much so my pussy throbbed from building need.

His hands were huge and when he cupped and squeezed my bottom, I wiggled my hips back and forth, which made him laugh. He cracked his hand against my bottom twice and I yelped. This time the sound was a low-slung growl. “Careful, baby girl,” he huffed. “There might be more where they came from.”

I could only imagine what it would be like to be in the man’s full control, surrendering to his every need. It had been a theme I’d used in my books as of late, both with the hero and the villain. Was that considered cathartic? I wasn’t certain. My rambling thoughts highlighted just how nervous I was. No one thought about bad guys when the hottest hunk in the world was doing his best to explore and pleasure you.

Except for little ole me, the broken girl with the cracked mind.

As he crouched down behind me, the sounds he was making even more primal than before, I was certain I would fall to the floor I was shaking so badly. As he’d done before, he took his time removing my tennis shoes and socks, even rubbing my bare feet as if worshiping me. What man did that kind of thing? The move was far more intimate than I could have imagined.

When he finally tugged off my jeans, I raked my nails down the wall. Here he was mostly dressed and I was buck naked in front of him.

A stranger.

Boy, would Zoe and Kathy go nuts right about now? Oh, dear God, I couldn’t tell them.

Kage forced my legs wider apart, wrapping his hands around my thighs and pulling my hips away from the wall. With my back in a slight arc, he kept a series of guttural sounds permeating the air as he licked up the inside of one leg then the other.

I bucked against the wall, tiny gasps and moans escaping. Now I sounded as if I was being strangled or worse. Instead, the dazzling sensations were so powerful, so utterly intense that I had the wondrous experience of having colorful stars floating in front of my eyes. It was almost as if I was standing outside my body, watching the sexual actions from above.

And I had to admit I certainly liked what I was seeing.

A laugh was right there at the surface, but I squelched it. However, the sound was quickly replaced with a slight scream that finally pushed Max into woofing.

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy is just… being pleasured.” The fact I was explaining the intimate act to my new furry boy brought a deep chuckle to Kage.

But he was a man on a mission and only seconds later, he thrust his tongue past my swollen folds deeper into my tight channel than I thought was possible.

“Oh. My. God.” The three words, overly enunciated, were all I could think of. My mind was becoming a beautiful but sloppy mess.

His grip became firmer as he opened me even wider, exposing all of me to him. I was in some beautiful place of bliss already and he’d barely just begun. He licked up and down a couple of times before taking my clit into his mouth, sucking gently at first. But his actions became more intense, which pushed the vibrations and crackling electricity to an unconceivable point.

I was continually scratching the wall, uncaring if I was causing any damage.

Meanwhile, my mystery guest continued to growl like some crazed beast as he began to lick me in earnest, finally burying his face into my wetness.

I’d been licked before of course but not by a man who obviously was enjoying the activity, preferring to take his time. It was blissful and delicious, pushing me into full blown rapture. He was content driving me to the point of madness and pulling back, repeating the move several times until my legs felt as if they’d turned to mush.

The passion the man exuded was incredible, his expertise keeping me right there, my body ready to crash into a powerful orgasm. I was panting, which also wasn’t like me. I might have ground my hips against the wall like some sex fiend had he not been holding me inches from it.

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