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Margo’s knees eak She wanted that, too, but more than that, she wanted him, all of him "I need you inside me"

"Come here" He drew back the covers on the bed, sat doith his back to the headboard, his legs stretched out, and patted his abs "Sit"

Beneath the soft flannel sleep pants, his erection stood at attentionher heart puladly

He helped her cli over his hips so that she straddled him She tried to sit lower on hi, "Behave," Dash s up and let her rest back against his thighs

She tried to reach back, but he caught her hand and instead placed it on her thigh

"Relax, honey You’ll get your turn, but we don’t want this over with before it even gets started If you start playing touchy-feely, that’s exactly what’ll happen"

No, she didn’t want that But relaxing was out of the question "Kiss ht" He took her shoulders and drew her forward, but instead of her lips, he drew her nipple into his hot, wet

There seemed to be a direct link between her nipple and her woht hand into his hair and held hi time, leisurely, tirelessly Even when she squir her bottom back to his erection, he continued to draw on her When he did finally let up, it was only to ave her a peck, licked, circled with his tongue "This isn’t uncomfortable for your ar she didn’t know if she could take hter, the lust sharpened, pushing her ever closer to the fall

"Good" He caught her hip and said, "Scoot forward again Now lean down That’s perfect" And again he drew her in, his tongue curling around her, his teeth occasionally closing carefully for a gentle, tantalizing tug

So lost in those wonderful sensations, at first she didn’t notice when he s her bottom and down "Tip forward, honey Main latching on to her nipple, he said, "You can sit again"

But sitting pushed his fingers deeper and she just naturally rocked against hi herDash work her so easily But it was also so wonderful that she didn’t want hied plea

"No, I won’t" He went back to her nipple, so gently now that the contrast of his fingers buried deep proved her downfall She clenched around hihtened her hand in his hair and cried out as a climax shook her

Slowly, Dash lessened the intensity of his touch until she alainst his bent legs They both breathed hard

He ran a hand over her "Your niles are so wet and stiff" He struertip "So damned sexy"

Sensitive now, she flinched away

"Too much?"

Unable to druet her eyes to open, couldn’t get enough air into her lungs

Dash parted her thighs more "You’re beautiful"

And easy At least for him

While Dash idly touched her in various ways, she concentrated on recovering Once she’d regained her wits enough to speak, she looked at him and murmured drowsily, "Now, finally, it’s your turn"

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

WHEN DASH SAID, "Not just yet," she wanted to insist She really did But already he worked hisover her collarbone, her brsts--while avoiding her niles--over her ribs and along her tre, she added, "I can’t"

Too seriously, seduction personified, he whispered, "You can" He brushed his open pal them

This crazy insistence he had of her tolerance made her frantic "No, I"