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that were all part of
her torso sleeve. He’d seen most of it before. At his pool. But he studied her
as if he hadn’t. As if he were making a decision and a knot of dread began to
form in her belly.
    He lowered his upper body until his pecs rested on her
hipbones, touching skin to skin for the first time. He was warm, much warmer
than she, and Becca wondered if he always ran that hot.
    With excruciating slowness he moved upward until his
shoulders touched the underside of her breasts. She looked down and he looked
up. They were nearly nose to nose. He shifted his weight, pressing her into the
mattress in a way that had contrasting sensations rushing through her mind and
body. She felt utterly secure but powerless at the same time.
    “I can tease too.” He offered her a crooked grin. “Wanna see
how?”
    He captured her mouth in a leisurely kiss. When he finally
pulled away, her bottom lip was throbbing in tandem with the heavy pulsation in
her pussy. She wanted a part of his body pressed there. Flush against her so
she could feel the weight of his erection. He kissed her jaw, going much too
slow, and Becca made a move to hook her leg around his hips. Without stopping
he grabbed her upper thigh and forced her leg back to where he wanted it. It
was a simple gesture, but one that showed he intended to be in control. That
thought alone had Becca turning her head and offering him her neck.
    Chad rained kisses along her throat, across the swell of one
breast and then the other. He hovered there, his fingers tickling the sensitive
skin of her inner arms before making a beeline to the closure of her bra. He
fought with the clasp for a second or two before it gave way and he pulled the
fabric to each side. He studied her breasts and her nipples tightened even
more. His breathing was even, so unlike hers, warming then cooling her flesh as
he exhaled and inhaled. It was maddening and she reached for him, wanting to
grab his ass, let him know she was ready for more, but his broad shoulders
wouldn’t allow for that. She could barely reach his ribs and plopped backward
onto the bed.
    When his mouth finally closed around one turgid peak Becca
closed her eyes, fighting against the moan that threatened to escape. The tip
of his tongue circled her flesh, licking and nibbling first one distended tip
and then the other and back again until her panting echoed through his
cavernous bedroom. He shifted one arm, his fingers joining the teasing motion
of his mouth and he tweaked her bud gently, his saliva the perfect lube as he
stoked her arousal. His lips tormented her other breast, and a delicious
tension swept through her body. Desire pooled, hot and raw, around her clit and
Becca arched her hips. She wanted him to pinch her nipples. Roll them between
his fingers and lips until she couldn’t stand it any longer.
    “Tell me,” he said from around her breast, as if he could
read her mind.
    Her clit went from throbbing to a constant, agonizing ache
as her orgasm built. Becca couldn’t help it, she bucked against his shoulders,
needing more, but he ignored her. She tossed her head to one side and arched
her back, dislodging his mouth. His fingers automatically squeezed. But not
hard enough.
    He released her nipple so quickly she cried out in
frustration.
    “Say it,” he ordered,
    “Please,” she moaned, unable to say more.
    His lips found her once more, nipping hard as his fingers
pinched her puckered flesh at the same time. Becca cried out as a small
orgasmic wave hit her. As quickly as it was upon her, it was gone and she
dropped her body back to the mattress. She opened her eyes and watched the top
of his dark head descend as he kissed his way over the inked, double-tailed
mermaid that swam across her upper abdomen. She tried to catch her breath but
he was already tickling her navel with the tip of his tongue. She knew the
pattern he traced. The red and blue beveled star that surrounded her
bellybutton. It was the tattoo that had