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darken as she parted the cups and let herself spill free.
    â€œGod, you’re beautiful.”
    She was glad the room was a bit dim and hopefully hid her blush. “I’m not very big.”
    â€œYou’re just right,” he said reverently. “Perfect.”
    â€œThank you.” The compliment was unexpected and very nice. She wasn’t used to lovers saying sweet things. Even when she and Jinx, her lead guitarist, had been an item and burning up the sheets, he’d never wasted time with gentleness or sweet nothings.
    After kicking off her shoes, she peeled off the trendy designer jeans that hugged her like a second skin. He took in her every move, especially attentive when she saved the purple thong underwear for last.
    â€œIt matches the streaks in your hair,” he observed.
    â€œYou haven’t seen nothin’ yet.” Slowly, she pushed down her panties and his mouth fell open. His eyes widened as he stared at her trimmed black landing strip streaked with purple. She grinned. “I like for the carpet to match the drapes.”
    â€œHoly shit,” he breathed. “Somebody in heaven really does love me.”
    â€œYou like?”
    â€œCome here and let me show you how much.”
    Taking her hand, he pulled her to the bed and urged her onto her back. As he climbed over her, she spread her legs to accommodate him. He kissed her senseless, his erection trapped between them, pulsing and hot, burrowing into her stomach. This was the part she’d always loved best—a strong man covering her body with his, showering her with attention.
    And that was an area in which Taylor clearly excelled. He was very skilled in using his teeth, tongue, and hands. Bending his head, he nibbled along her jaw to her neck, and the tiny bites raised goose bumps on her skin. She liked the sensation and squirmed underneath him, which in turn made him growl and rub his cock against her even more.
    Reaching between them, he rolled one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, using just enough pressure to send a delicious sting of pain singing to her nerve endings. Heat flared between her legs and she knew she was already wet for him. She liked some edge to her play, and he didn’t disappoint.
    After twirling one nipple and then the other with his fingers, he moved lower to pleasure them with his mouth. He licked the tip of the first, which was now standing at a tight peak. She savored how his tongue rasped against the nub and then how he sucked it, making sure to graze it with his teeth. Once he’d repeated the process on the other nipple, she was moaning her approval.
    Without a word, he began to kiss his way lower. Finally—thank God—he was lying between her thighs, face practically buried in her mound.
    â€œI’m gonna feast on you, baby,” he murmured.
    â€œPlease.” She spread wider.
    Maybe she loved
this
part best. Being completely exposed, spread for her lover. Offering herself to his lips and tongue, fingers and cock. She loved how powerful this made her feel. How wanted. Needed.
    â€œSo pretty. I love when a woman is bare here,” he said, laving the slick lips of her folds.
    Most men did, in her experience. They liked a trimmed bush above, but the labia waxed bare was a sensual playground during sex. Taylor sure seemed to agree.
    The man licked her like a cat lapping cream, and she arched into him, burying her fingers in his silky hair. His tongue worked between her folds, too, and he fucked her like that, stroking the appendage in and out of her slick channel. Waves of heat pooled in her core and rippled outward to her limbs. He began to eat her in earnest, driving her out of her mind.
    â€œI don’t want to come yet,” she panted, yanking on his hair. “Need you in me.”
    Nodding, he wiped his face on the sheets and rose. She almost protested until she saw that he was just moving to the nightstand to fish for protection. Removing a