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“Well, like with any new toy, I get to play with it.”

Her eyes snapped open. “Oh, no you don’t. You only talked about looking, Buster. Any playing that goes on is going to be a two-way-street, close to some condoms in your bedroom.”

“We’ll see.”

Linc bent down and sucked her lower lip into his mouth, and laved it with his tongue. At the same time, he cupped both of her breasts in his hands and rolled her nipples with his fingers. She arched high against him. “God, yes.” She exclaimed.

“Like that, huh?”

“Yes,” she sighed.

He went in for another kiss and cupped and molded her firm breasts that felt like silk in his rough hands. When he brushed her tips with his thumb, she wrenched her head away from his kiss. “Harder,” she demanded.

He gave the lady what she wanted.

After long minutes, he stopped his ministrations and started to undo the last hooks on her bustier. He helped her lift out of it.

“Dips and curves. I knew it.”

He stroked from under her arm, along her side to her waist, then around her hip down to her thigh. “You are perfect.”

“Hardly,” she snorted.

“You’re perfect for me.” Before she could say anything more, he wanted the rest of his treat. Linc tucked his fingers into the bows at each side of her sheer panties and tugged them down her long legs. When she was finally naked, he looked into her eyes.

“Sailor, you—”

Before she could start again with her smart mouth, he pressed his body over hers, and caught her mouth in a dazzling kiss. He brought her arms up over her head and prodded her legs apart so that he could lie between them.

Again, he heard her sigh. She undulated, scraping her breasts against the hair on his chest. He felt her press harder. His woman liked a firmer touch, and he was happy to oblige. Linc wasn’t aware how long they lay there kissing, learning one another’s bodies. Finally, he let go and she got her hands between them and pressed against his chest.

“Can we make love now?” she whispered. “You know. Go to your room and stuff?”

Linc smiled. She was right about that; it would be making love. But she was wrong about where. They weren’t quite ready to go to his room. He’d had quite the shower fantasy, and he wasn’t about to give it up.

* * *

Leila felt like she was floating. Was he carrying her? Was she on drugs?

Oh, no. Good kisses. Lots and lots and lots of wonderful kisses.

She opened her eyes and saw almost white-blue eyes. Arctic-blue eyes, but they were so warm.

She shook her head. She needed to get a grip.

“What are you doing?”

“Just looking.”

He was stroking, too. Leila turned her head to look at the fire, but it wasn’t where she thought it would be. Now her head was pointed toward the sofa and her legs were pointed at the fire.

Wait a minute.

He was kneeling between her legs, and he was still in his jeans.

He pushed her right knee up and out, then looked down and smiled. “I was so right. Seeing you glisten underneath the firelight is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”

Leila wanted to be embarrassed.