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him by parting her thighs and nestling him even closer to the core of her body. She answered his pleased
groan by digging her fingers into his bottom and pulling him still closer, revelling in the freedom to demand
him, tease him, entice him.

Their kisses were hot and deep, wet and shameless, breathless and rough. She felt his fingers searching
her dress for a zipper, and she bit his neck impatiently because he was looking in the wrong place.
Eschewing the elegance, subtlety and careful staging she had always expected and received, she stopped
caressing him long enough to fumble in the well-concealed seam at her side and undo her zipper herself.
He took her cue and started tearing off his own clothes, his eyes devouring her boldly as she unfastened
the buttons at her neck and pulled her dress over her head. He flung off his shirt, then pushed down his
trousers and briefs, kicking them away.

His body was beautiful. Long and strong and leanly muscled, he was nicely tanned everywhere except his
loins. His chest was lightly covered with golden brown hair, but the hair between his legs was dark and
thick. His erection commanded respect. Madeleine stopped breathing for a moment as she stared.

тАЬA garter belt,тАЭ he muttered, his gaze sweeping hungrily over her body. She still wore her lacy bra, brief
panties, silk garter belt, and sheer stockings. He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around her,
pressing his face into her belly. тАЬI knew you would wear a garter belt,тАЭ he said gratefully.

She closed her eyes and threw her head back, sagging at the knees when he nibbled hungrily on her
abdomen. He licked his way across her stomach, massaging the backs of her thighs at the same time.
Impatient with her own clothing, she unfastened her bra, tossed it aside, then slid to her knees. Chest to
chest, they kissed ravenously as he pressed her down into the threadbare rug on the floor. She felt him
yank her panties down her legs, then she obligingly kicked them aside, all the while returning his
soul-destroying kiss. His wiry chest hairs tickled her nipples and made them tingle. She scraped her nails
across his small, male nipples, then soothed them with her fingertips.

He slid a hand between her thighs, forcing them apart. She yielded willingly, sighing as she felt the
inquisitive caress of his fingers. He propped himself up on an elbow and watched her face as he delved
inside her.

Their gazes locked in the dim, flashing light of the darkened room. She gasped as she felt his thumb move
over the exquisitely sensitive nub he had found while his fingers continued to probe. She stiffened against
the shock waves his touch sent through her.

тАЬEasy,тАЭ he murmured. тАЬEasy. Relax.тАЭ His lips brushed hers.

She tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat when he lowered his head to her breast and licked
an aching peak with long, lazy strokes. Her hands balled into fists at her sides. Her hips started moving in
response to his coaxing hand, even as she tried to hold still. She suddenly felt too raw, too close to
implosion. The rasp of his tongue against her turgid nipple made her tremble with feelings her body
couldn't seem to contain any longer.
She flung a hand over her eyes, licked her lips, and arched her back. This was torture, sheer agony. And
she'd die if he stopped. His intimate caresses grew harder and faster, and she found herself moaning and
moving against his hand uninhibitedly. When he drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked strongly on it,
she went up in flames. Heat rippled through her again and again, and she arched and writhed and sobbed
in response, lost in the searing pleasure he offered her.

She was dazed and panting when she finally became aware of the hard floor beneath her back and the