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She pursed her lips in worry. “Maybe I’m a bad kisser. That could really turn a guy off, couldn’t it?”

After a quick nod of his head, he turned his attention back to her pussy. There was a glint in his eyes. “Did you want me to kiss you, Taylor?”

Feigning innocence, she said, “Maybe we should—” Unexpectedly, Christian inserted a finger inside her and her voice fell off.

Ohmigod.

As her body grew tight and needy, he just kept his finger there, unmoving, going about his business of shaving her. She thrust her hip forward, urging him on, but he completely ignored her efforts.

Feeling her composure slip away, she worked to find her voice again. “You know, as a friend and a guy, you could give me your honest opinion on my kissing abilities.”

His breath came in a low rush. “I suppose I could do that.”

Without removing his finger, he brought his mouth to hers. When warm, silky-soft lips closed over hers, heat and desire singed her blood, her internal temperature climbing higher and higher until it reached dangerous levels.

The soft blade of his tongue slipped into her mouth and tangled with hers. Her pussy grew slicker, her body flushed hotly, and she began trembling from head to toe.

“Mmmm…” she moaned, as need whipped through her veins. Her hands crushed through his hair, pulling him closer. He wiggled his finger ever so slightly. Her sex muscles rippled with pleasure, and desire like she’d never before experienced gained her full attention. She indulged in his mouth longer, aching to slide off the counter and impale herself on him.

After a moment he inched back and licked his lips. “You’re a great kisser, Taylor,” he whispered into her mouth. “Any man would think so.”

She furrowed her brow in thought. “If it’s not my kissing abilities, then what’s keeping all the men away? Maybe it’s something else.” She grew quiet for a moment, pretending to mull things over as she shifted restlessly, driving his thick finger inside her a little deeper.

A low growl rumbled in his throat. Much to her dismay, he removed his finger, scrubbed his hand over his chin and clenched his jaw.

He shot her a scalding look that conveyed his hunger. “Almost done.”

As he stood to dampen the washcloth again, her glance strayed south, to his magnificent erection. His magnificently huge erection, to be more accurate. No wonder women kept coming back for more. The guy was packing one hell of a banana down there.

Oh yeah, she mused, enjoying her sexy little seduction, Christian was definitely seeing her as more than his ice-cream-and-movie pal now.

Empowered at having the upper hand, she stuck her chest out to examine herself. “Maybe it’s my breasts.”

He cleared his throat. “I already told you they were perfect.”

“Maybe they don’t…taste perfect.”

Christian’s eyes darkened as he pushed her long curls back over her shoulder, exposing her breasts. His visual caress boiled her blood.

He wet his lips. “You think I should taste them to make sure?”

Lust prowled through her and she gave a breathy, intimate moan. Her nipples tightened in eager anticipation. “I believe we should explore all angles, don’t you?”

“I believe you’re right.” Without preamble, Christian took one breast into his large palm and gently kneaded her tender flesh. Good God! His hands felt like fire on her skin. Eyes full of want, he took possession of her swollen nipple, caressing it with his warm tongue before greedily pulling it into his mouth. She pressed against him. His touch sent shockwaves rocketing through her.

As he feasted on her breasts, his fingers dug into her thighs, urging them even wider. Blindsided by lust, her aroused scent saturated the room and curled around them. A moment later he paid homage to her other nipple, treating it to the same, luxurious tongue bath.

He inched back. “It’s not your breasts, Taylor. They taste perfect. Just like I knew they would.” Her body reacted to the raw ache of hunger she heard in his voice.

Toes curling

, she widened her eyes, as well as her legs. “Do you think it’s my pussy then?”

She felt a tremble roll through his body at her suggestive words. “I’m not sure,” he said.

Fueled by need, she said, “I think—”

Hands crushing through her hair, her pulled her lips close to his and cut her off. “Yes, I think I should taste you.” The urgency in his voice made her quake. “I also think I should make you come. So I can taste that, too. Like you said, Taylor, we should cover all angles.”

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