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beautiful,” he told her—just in
case she hadn’t figured out how badly he wanted her. The story Liam
had told him about the fuckwit who’d deceived her echoed in his
brain. “So fucking beautiful. I want every lush inch of you,
Gwen.”
    He rose onto his knees and tipped her onto
her back. Straddling her, he bent his head and flicked the tip of
his tongue across her nipple. She arched against him, her pelvis
meeting his. When she relaxed back into the mattress, he wrapped
his lips around her nipple and sucked, using his hands to rub and
massage and tease both of her breasts until she writhed beneath
him, biting her lower lip.
    “Oh, God. I...this...”
    She moved suddenly, crunching up and whipping
her shirt over her head. Bare from the waist up, wearing only white
cotton panties from the waist down, her hair streaming over her
shoulders and her nipples peeking out from between the strands like
strawberries hiding in vines, she was his every fantasy come to
life.
    “Your stomach is amazing,” she said with
reverence. She pressed her hands to his abs, and he tightened them.
Why the hell not? He spent enough time sculpting them. The tip of
her tongue darted out to wet her lips, a sight so erotic he barely
clung to his self-control. Wrapping his fingers through her hair,
he tilted his mouth across hers, seeking and stroking her tongue
the way he wanted to delve into every other part of her body. She
stretched up, her breasts flattening against his abs, her waist
curving against his erection. Still he kissed her, held her, desire
wrapping through every part of him.
    Her hands refused to settle anywhere for
long. They swept over his chest, pressed against his cheeks. Her
fingernails teased his scalp before her touch moved downward again,
sliding over his shoulders, down his back to the waistband of his
briefs. Then below. Her hot hands cupped his arse, squeezing once
before the tips of her fingers slid between his legs from behind
and brushed the ultra-sensitive skin of his sac.
    “Holy fuck!” He forced himself to stay as
still as possible, but he couldn’t control his breath, panting hard
against her neck as he hunched over her on his hands and knees. Nor
could he control the shiver that rippled through him at the obscene
pleasure of her touch. “Don’t stop. Don’t—wait. No. Stop.
Stop.”
    She stopped and he wanted to shout, Don’t
stop! But he was on a razor’s edge, and he didn’t want to
disappoint her their first time together.
    Or any time they were together—because they
would do this a lot. Intuition and the desperation pumping through
him told him that. One touch, one taste, it wouldn’t be enough. He
let his gaze rake over her flushed, mostly naked body. Oh yeah.
They would do this a lot .
    Still straddling her, he rose to kneel and
slipped his fingers under her panties, but she stopped him. “How’s
your head? Does it hurt?”
    “Terribly.”
    Her brows drew together. “Oh. Is that why you
asked me to stop?”
    “Mmm-hmm. My head’s throbbing and feels like
it’ll explode any second now.” He grabbed her hand and pressed it
to his erection. “See?”
    The concerned nurse faded away in a
heartbeat, replaced by a naughty one. “Maybe I should kiss it and
make it better.”
    Yes yes yes. But he couldn’t speak. He
was helpless to do anything but watch as she pulled the front of
his boxer briefs down far enough to cup his bollocks and lift them
and his cock out. The elasticated waist bit into the soft skin
under his testicles, but the sight of her leaning forward to take
the tip of him between her lips made the pain feel like the most
intense pleasure.
    He held her head, not pushing or guiding but
just because he worried he would fall over if he didn’t have
something stable to help him keep his balance. His head—the one up
north—did throb now, but fuck if he would tell her that. Her pink
tongue stroked and teased him. More pink. Pink flushed skin. Pink
nipples. He could make a