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has ever achieved before. Despite the pleasure, she couldn’t relax, didn’t know what she was supposed to do with her hands, whether he wanted her to touch him or just lay there. Caleb rarely spent more than a few minutes touching her before he was inside her, the whole act usually taking no more than fifteen minutes.
    “Relax, Hannah, this is supposed to be fun. You have beautiful breasts,” Mitch rumbled as he moved from her right nipple to her left, rasping his tongue over that puckered bud before looking up at her. “And so fucking responsive I may not last.” He smiled when her eyes widened at his use of the word fuck, then he had to admire the way she struggled against her puritan embarrassment at the crudity. “It’s just a word, and, under certain circumstances, a very effective, appropriate word.”
    “Like these circumstances? Is that what we’re going to do?” she asked, loving the way he continued to fondle her breast with his hand while he talked to her, keeping her excitement up. She was teetering on the edge of that elusive feeling she had felt so often before and it felt so good she didn’t want to lose it yet.
    “Most definitely, but not yet. I want to spend more time playing with you first. What?” he asked when that little frown appeared between her brows, the one that he’s come to realize meant she was either confused or irritated about something.
    “Nothing,” she quickly answered, not wanting to admit how easily he confused her. She thought all men were like her husband, eager to get on with the act and their pleasure.
    “Lying is a sin, isn’t it? Answer my question.”
    Compelled by that low, commanding tone, she replied reluctantly, “I’m sorry, it’s just that, my husband never spent much time before, well…you know,” she finished lamely. “And I don’t know what you want me to do. I’ve never done this before, Mitch,” she finished defensively.
    Her husband sounded like a selfish bastard, but Mitch wisely kept that to himself. For all her shyness and inexperience, Hannah didn’t cower away from the challenges facing her away from all she has known. Luckily for her, he loved a challenge. Taking her hands, he raised them to the headboard, instructing, “All you have to concentrate on is holding onto that slat and not letting go. Can you do that?”
    Hannah gripped the smooth, round iron bar, one of three that spanned between the two tall head posts, similar bars connecting the foot posts. Nodding, she tightened her fists and did as he said and concentrated on keeping them there, which, surprisingly, made it easier for her to relax when he lowered his dark head to her breasts again. Within moments he had her body fired up again, her nipples tingling from his mouth and fingers, her core pulsing in tune with their throbbing. Closing her eyes, she sank into the soft bed and let the sensations wash over her, relished the attention he was lavishing on her that was threatening to toss her off a cliff into roiling unknown waters.
    She had felt vulnerably exposed with the sheet lowered to her waist, but her eyes flew open in mortifying surprise when he shoved it all the way to the foot of the bed, baring her completely. Her first instinct was to grab for it and cover herself, but Mitch’s sharp dark gaze stopped her from releasing her hold on the bar.
    “You don’t want to do that, sweetheart.” Leaning his head on his hand, he gazed down into her flushed face as he ran his hand over and over her breasts, waiting for her to relax again as she got used to being naked in front of him. “There you go,” he murmured with approval when he felt the loosening of her tightly held body. He reluctantly left her breasts and trailed his hand down her waist, bending his head to take one slow swipe over each distended nipple before following his palm, slowly exploring every inch of her soft flesh with his mouth and hand, kneading her round abdomen before he dipped his tongue into her