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She whilide of his tongue, probing deep, retreating Mating, escaping Playing with her, dancing a slow, torturous, blatantly sexual dance

Soo, she thought with a tiny, alive a wo away, exactly how to keep a woe, merely with his kisses The e it, take it soive her less Then come back for more the second she was about to scream With him behind her, she had no control over the kiss He had it all, and was exploiting it s, holding her immobile while he tortured her with his lips

Intense, breath-stealing,with that full lower, sulky lip of his, creating a delicious erotic friction that made her ache farkisses, but not lasting long enough

And, oh, God, if he devoted the sa attention to all parts of a wo to survive hiot to the iht peevishly, he could start led in his ie She was so close, had been since theon the edge If he’d just move his hand the tiniest bit!

But if he understood her silent plea, he chose to ignore it His hand re her excruciatingly aware of her war for friction, for even the smallest movement, but stayed s that could bring her endless erotic pleasure, and was giving her nothing of the to ease the intolerable pressure building inside her

Kisses Slow and long, hot and hard Tongue gliding satiny and sleek, tangling, withdrawing

They were kisses to die for, she thought feverishly, trying to get ue deeper, refusing to release his lower lip when he pulled aith a soft laugh She tried desperately to arch against his hand, but each tie ofoff the pressure Testy with impeded desire, she nipped at his lip

"Bloody hell, Irish, you after blood? Trying to kill ! Kiss me deep! And anytime now you could move--"

He shushed her complaint with his kisses S slow pull of her bottoain, then away More torture He kissed, she realized then, as perhaps only an i that had all the ti every subtle nuance of pleasure, drawing it out, prolonging it No clocks ticked in his world, no hours sped by There was no work to get up for to than the passion of thekissed with such in-the-now intensity was devastating And she had a terrible suspicion that heher have one when he’d milked from her every bit of anticipation and need that he could

She was drowning in sensation, the feel of his ainst her bottos

Then suddenly he broke the kiss and the hand cupping her jaw slid to her waist, raked up inside her shirt, and popped the clasp of her bra He closed his big hand over one of her bare breasts She shuddered in his ars

"Adaasped "Move your hand!"

"Not yet" Coolly, unyielding

"Please!"

"Not yet Has any mortal man ever made you feel like this, Gabrielle?" he purred, a hint of savagery in that smooth deep voice "Did any of your little boyfriends ever make you feel this way?"

"No!" The word exploded fro the hardened peak

"No o back to your silly hu to make you coht now," she hissed, so intensely aroused that she was bordering on hostility She’d never felt this way before, had no idea how to handle it