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“Is this your mother?”

“Yes This was the first portrait I ever painted I kept it to remind myself of where I came from”

I look up at him, and our eyesthat look in his eyes, and I can’t look away

Hell, I don’t want to look away He slowly lowers his lips toI want, and the second his li

ps , electrifying, withdangerous, so I should know better to resist

He pulls ainst his, and the feel of his hard, big body againstmy mind He buries his hands in le, the depth of our kiss He kisses er and possessiveness, which has asue overht that his tongue won’t be the only part of his body I’ll have inside of me

He lowers his hands tothe hands on the sensitive skin causes me to release a helpless little moan

He’s using his body to backhs hit the are in the center of the room

“You want ainst ”

“Yes I do,” I whisper “But there’s so you need to know first”

He lets out a low, dangerous laugh, and then his hands are trailing heat down my shoulders, down my chest, until he reachessensation I’ve fantasized about hi me, wondered what it would be like to have his hands onthe themy blouse He pushes it off my shoulders, and it falls onto the chaise behind me

“Beautiful,” hesome form of relief from the way I need him He reaches up and unclasps the front of my bra, andsound deep in his throat, and I can tell fro onto control He pushes my bra down my arms, and it joins my blouse on the chaise

The second he cups my bare breasts, I cry out It’s alood His thuain, and I letmy breasts closer to hi my skirt down

“Nathaniel, wait,” I tell hi him before he can do the same with my panties

His eyes findacross his brows “What is it, Poppy? A too fast for you?”