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approval in his voice filled her with pleasure.
    “Turn around now.” He helped her stand and smoothly pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her completely naked. “Ah, you are a beautiful woman, Jessica,” he said, his eyes heating as he took his time looking her over, his gaze as warm as his hands had been.
    He really did act like she was pretty. She could listen to that all night.
    His warm hands ran up her arms. “Your skin is like expensive velvet, kitten,” he murmured before stroking across her collarbone. Her nipples tightened even before he touched them and stroked them with his fingertips into aching need.

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    “Up on the bed now,” he said, his voice deep, smooth. He pushed her ahead of him until she reached the middle. With steady hands, he rolled her onto her back; the way he handled her so easily shocked her. He straddled her, one knee on each side of her waist. She stared up at him. His jaw was strong, darkly shadowed, and his firm lips curved a little in a smile.
    He stroked her hair. “Do you trust me not to hurt you, Jessica?”
    She nodded, and he waited until she whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
    “Good girl.” His eyes never leaving hers, he picked up her hand and lifted it toward the head of the bed, wrapped a soft strap around it. And then he did the other. So quickly, so easily, and then he moved to lie beside her.
    When his eyes left hers, she felt shock sear through her. She yanked against the straps, realizing her vulnerability. God, what had she done? She was naked, and he was… She didn’t even know him. “No. I don’t like this. Let me go.”
    “Jessica, look at me.” He cupped her cheek in one big hand, forcing her to meet his dark gaze. His level, straight gaze. “Trust me to take care of you, kitten. Can you do that?”
    Her panic receded a little, even more when he brushed a tender kiss across her lips, nuzzled her temple. She’d never met anyone who affected her like this. She did trust him, far more than made sense. She sighed her acceptance, stopped fighting the ties, although her body stayed rigid.
    As she lay there, hands tied over her head, he stood and stripped, not hurriedly, just as efficiently as he did everything, it seemed. Oh, he was as gorgeous without clothing as she’d imagined, his skin darkly tanned, tight over the muscles beneath. Her eyes dropped lower, and she flushed. His erection was huge, thick and hard and jutting toward her, both a threat and a promise.
    Following her gaze, he glanced down. “As you can see, I’m looking forward to burying myself in your slick pussy, feeling you all around me.”

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    Her core clutched at his words, as if it had a mind of its own, heating and moistening for his invasion.
    After covering himself with a condom, he joined her on the bed. Leaning on one elbow, he caressed her cheek and teased her lips in a soft kiss that quickly turned hot. His tongue took possession, smoothly plunging in and out of her mouth.
    And she felt the heat returning as he toyed with her mouth, as his fingers traced up and down her neck, stroking across the tops of her breasts.
    Then his hand moved down. “You are like a Christmas present” -- his voice was smooth and dark -- “gifting me with such tempting pleasures. Your breasts are lovely.” He lifted each one, evidently savoring the weight in his hand, running his fingers on the underside, circling each breast until the nipples contracted into hard buds, aching to be touched.
    She arched, trying to get closer, and he chuckled.
    His fingers closed on her right breast, running over the tiny areola pebbles until they tightened even further. When he drew her nipple into his mouth, his hot, wet tongue drew shudders from her as it circled the peak. His teeth closed and nipped. She gasped. The feeling was just short of pain, sending pleasure jolting down through her like an electric line to her core.
    She tried to bring her hands down, wanting to touch