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Another dangerous growl sounded as he picked me up in his arms and hauled me out of the den.

42. NO STRINGS ATTACHED

With my legs wrapped around his waist, and both of his hands splayed beneath my ass, he walked me backwards into his bedroom, and then kicked the door shut behind us. I could feel his hardness pressing into me as he wet his lips and then released his hold, letting me slide down his body until my feet were touching the ground again.

Running his heated eyes down my body, he reached back and locked the door. Anticipation clung to my skin like a perfume as I bit my lip and watched him close the gap between us. With his eyes fixed on mine, he brought his hand up to my stomach, dusting my skin with shivers as his fingertips slowly glided around my side and then up the center of my back. With a simple twitch of his fingers, my bra clasp came undone, and then his hands were moving higher, racking against my shoulders and then dragging my bra straps down the length of my arms and dropping it on the floor between us.

The cool air brushed against my chest, tightening everything.

“Are you sure you want to keep going?” he asked, his voice a bold challenge, as though there would be no going back after this moment. Not because he wouldn’t stop if I asked him to, but because he knew I wouldn’t want him to if he started.

“Yes,” I said, my back arching with desire.

“Then pick a spot.”

“Stop torturing me,” I pleaded, needing for his hands to be everywhere, and all at once.

He grinned wickedly. “Pick a spot, angel.”

I glared at him and then said, “My breasts.”

That seemed like a good place to start, being that he hadn’t been there yet.

Another delicious growl sounded at the back of his throat as his hands glided up along my waist, around my right breast and then down the middle of my chest. “Like that?”

“I hate you.”

He smiled. “Like this?” he asked as he cupped my breast with his hand, teasing the sensitive part with his thumb.

“Like that,” I murmured and then pressed my eager mouth to his. Unfortunately, I got to taste his mouth for about two seconds before he broke away from the kiss.

“Patience, angel,” he said as he lowered his mouth to my breast and mapped out the ridges with his tongue.

My head titled back as I looked up at the ceiling and tried not to pass out. The way his lips and tongue were gliding and flicking over my chest made me feel as though I weren’t even on solid ground anymore.

And then he was lowering himself to the ground, bending his knees as he knelt down before me, blazing a trail of kisses along my abdomen, each one dropping lower than the last and making my temperature spike with madness.

“Where else?” he asked, his fingers unbuttoning my jeans and then sliding them down to the ground.

I quickly stepped out of them, and then whimpered as he hooked his fingers into the elastic band of my underwear and paused, his eyes moving back up to mine.

“Where else, angel?”

“There.”

“Here?” he asked as he kissed me through the thin fabric.

I’d meant to say yes, but instead produced what could only be described as a squeak.

He smiled as he dragged down my last line of my defense, leaving every inch of my body completely naked and exposed for him to see. And boy, was he seeing. His eyes were running wildly all over my body, drinking me in as though he didn’t know what part he wanted to play with first.

“You’re impossibly breathtaking,” he murmured, as though speaking to himself. His gaze left mine and then settled just below my waist, his mouth soon following as he scorched my core with a flick of his tongue.

Fireworks went off in my head as I gripped his shoulders and held on for dear life.

“Like that?” he asked, looking up at me under hooded eyes.

A soft moan fluttered through my lips. It was all I could do.

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