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He fingered the delicate waistband and then followed to where it wrapped over her hip and disappeared into her ass crack. Then he bent his knees and ran two fingers over the gusset of her panties, adding pressure to her center through the material.

She whimpered.

“Wet,” he growled. His hands went to her blouse, his big fingers clumsily working the delicate pearl buttons. He fumbled through a few before he said, “I’ll buy you a new one,” and then tore her shirt open.

At least one button went rolling onto the hardwood floor. He’d unknowingly fulfilled a fantasy of hers. She’d always wanted someone to rip her shirt off.

He cupped her breasts and buried his face in her cleavage. Then he tucked his tongue into one of her bra cups. She felt slickness on one nipple, then on the other. She moved her hands to his hair, guiding him as she groaned with pleasure. She tightened her hold on his head.

“Don’t be greedy,” he said, the words slightly muffled.

He removed the bra, offered a guttural sound of appreciation, and then lowered himself to his knees. He unbuckled the straps of her shoes and then rolled her lace thong down her legs.

Then he swept his fingers along the apex of her thighs. “You’re bare.”

She was.

The first time he’d undressed her, she’d been a bit…fuller down there. And while she had no problem with that look, she’d wanted to surprise him in case there was a next time. “Do you like it?”

“More than like, sweetheart.” He slid roughened palms up her thighs. Then he parted her folds and slicked his tongue along her center.

Oh. Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes.

Her head dropped back on her neck. Her nipples beaded in the cool air. It’d been way too long since she’d enjoyed this sort of attention. And damn, it felt incredible.

“Marcus.” She gasped his name, both hands on his head as he continued his glorious assault. Each swipe of his tongue sent an electrical current through her body. She lost his mouth a moment later—too soon.

“I need to put you in bed. I’m planning on doing that for about an hour. I’m good at it.” He reached for her nipples and tugged. “You’ll be writhing. Soaked. Begging me to stop.”

A surge of wetness below confirmed that her body believed him. Still, she asked, “Begging? Are you sure about that?”

“Yes. I am.”

“Wanna bet?”

Fingers still working her nipples, he hovered over her mouth to whisper, “You’ll lose.”

She grinned. “And win.”

“We’ll both win.” He reached around and slapped her ass. The brief sting popped her eyes wide. “Bed. Now.”

Marcus hadn’t been lying when he said he was good at this.

He knew what women liked. And even though he and Lily had been together one time—if he didn’t count the pantry—he was pretty sure he knew what she liked.

He unbuttoned his shirt, enjoying the way she hungrily watched him strip for her. A small smile inched across his mouth as he chucked his shoes and socks, pants and boxers.

He put his knee on the mattress and lowered himself over her. “Spread your legs.”

She parted her knees, opening up the gates of heaven for him.

“God damn.” He’d meant that reverently. He made room between her thighs with his shoulders and settled in. Parting her folds with his fingers, he held her open and slicked his tongue along her slowly.

Her hips bucked.

Sensitive, too. This was going to be fun.

He watched her as he licked her again. Her arms were at her sides, her fists clutching the sheets. She’d better hang on. She was in for the ride of her life.