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she didn’t know she was doing so.
    “If I do anything you don’t like, tell me.”
    “I don’t like that you won’t let me touch you.”
    Something akin to a smile tugged at his lips, but his skin
shivered over tightly strung muscles at the same time. “Not negotiable.”
    She licked her lips. “I don’t like that you promised to
touch me, and you haven’t.”
    He could remedy that.
    Gladly.
    But he wanted to go as slowly as he could, savor every
second of this amazing, once-in-a-lifetime occurrence.
    So he traced her eyebrows, cheeks and jaw with one finger.
Jasmina moaned softly, tilted her head back, exposing her throat. So he touched
that too, licking his lips as the silken flesh stretched taut and sweet beneath
his fingers. When he pressed his mouth to the same spot, licking and sucking
gently, her entire body arched, shuddering, and she gasped his name.
    Now he couldn’t take his mouth away. The sweet taste of her
had gotten into his system, and he couldn’t do without it. He traced the hollow
of her throat and each collarbone with his tongue before moving down.
    “I always wanted to see your tattoos.” Leaning back
slightly, he followed the shape of a feather with his fingertip, skimming past
a beaded nipple. Jasmina lifted her torso as though trying to follow the
motion, another gasp breaking from her lips.
    “All you had to do was ask.”
    He didn’t reply. Instead, spreading his fingers, he stroked
over her tattoos again and again, loving the high sounds she made, the way her
body rose and trembled at his caresses. Glancing up, he found her eyes closed,
her lips open as she panted.
    Bending his head, he took one nipple into his mouth.
    “Yes…”
    Jasmina’s fingers tunneled into his hair, holding him close.
Just that simple touch made his cock jerk and instinctively he reached up and
grabbed her wrists, pulled them away. Lifting his head, he met her glazed eyes.
    “Didn’t I say not to touch?”
    An anguished moan broke from her lips, and her body writhed.
“Please, Vidar, don’t…”
    “You want me to stop?”
    “No. No!” She spread her arms out to the sides, curled her
fingers into the carpet. “Don’t stop.”
    There was no time to ponder why her submission made him
crazy with lust. He only knew it did, and that it drove her a little crazy too,
so he had to go on.
    “Good girl.” With the tip of his tongue, he traced her
nipple. “Good girl.”
    Time seemed to slow to a stretch of glorious, heat-drenched
moments. He couldn’t get enough of her breasts, her reactions as he licked and
sucked, even nipped at them. Pressing the soft flesh together, he went back and
forth, drinking in her gasps, the shuddering jerks of her body. And a new scent
inundated his head—the evidence of Jasmina’s arousal—deep and delicious,
drawing him with a force as strong as gravity.
    So he went lower, felt her body tighten to trembling
stiffness as he licked her belly, tugged on the diamond stud in her navel.
Lower still, to the smooth, pale flesh between her thighs, the plump little
mound bisected by a thin line of dark hair. Her thighs were parted, one knee
out to the side, the other trapped alongside his body. With a finger he
smoothed over the hair and her hips jerked, curled up.
    Moving slightly away and sitting up, he put a hand on the
nearest thigh, stroked the hot, golden skin, amazed to realize it was even
softer than the rest of her body.
    “Open for me, Jazz.”
    She was almost silent now, except for tiny mewls that
escaped with each exhale. As he shuffled around to take position between her
legs, she brought the other knee up, let her thighs fall open.
    The growl that broke from his chest was almost painful in
its intensity. Desperate urges drove through him as she bared herself to his
gaze and he shuddered, already on the brink of orgasm, just from the sight.
    It was like seeing an exotic, erotic bloom open its petals,
and he couldn’t resist touching it, stroking through the pink