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erection even
through the layers of her panties and his pants. Gripping her
tighter, he worked her up and down his erection as he continued to
suck on her breasts, alternating back and forth between them.
    He was one second from coming in his pants
for the first time since his early teens when he felt her orgasm
begin within her. She simply gave herself up to the pleasure. His
Annabelle was a moaner, and she came long and loud. When it was
over, she collapsed on top of him.
    Mike pulled her down to his side and hugged
her. He had to have her. If he didn’t get inside her in the next
minute, he would either go insane or come in his pants. At this
point, it was still a toss-up.
    When he started to ease himself off the bed,
Annabelle tugged him back. He gave her a quick kiss. “Let me get my
clothes off.”
    Annabelle blinked several times, appearing
confused. “You’re still dressed.” She looked down at herself. “And
I’m . . . Well, I’m not quite undressed all the way
either.”
    Mike ran his hand over the top of her head.
She looked adorable and sexy and totally bewildered. “You will be,”
he promised. He rose from the bed and started to unbutton his
shirt.

Chapter
Six
     
    Annabelle sprawled on the bed and watched
with unabashed interest as Mike unbuttoned his shirt. As the
material gaped open, she was rewarded with the sight of his tanned,
muscular chest. He tugged the tails of his shirt away from the
waistband of his pants, each movement economical and controlled. He
peeled it down his arms and tossed it onto a chair in the
corner.
    Her mouth went dry. She knew he was well
built, but without clothes he appeared massive. His biceps were
huge, his pecs hard and defined and his abs delineated muscles. He
was a perfect specimen of masculinity, and he wanted her.
    He bent over and undid his shoes. Taking his
time when she wanted him to hurry, he removed them and kicked them
under the bed.
    Then he reached for the buckle of his
belt.
    He wasn’t the least bit self-conscious as he
undid the belt, slid it from the loops of his pants and tossed it
to the floor. She wished she had half his confidence.
    She swallowed hard when he undid the button
of his slacks and then slowly unzipped them. The material clung to
his hips for a brief moment before falling down his legs to pool at
his feet. He kicked them aside.
    His legs were as hard and muscular as the
rest of him. There was something sexy about a man who made his
living through physical labor. His boxer briefs cupped his
erection, outlining every thick inch of him.
    Mike stuck his thumbs behind the waistband
and shoved the material down and off. While he was bent over, he
removed his socks. When he straightened, he was totally naked. He
stood before her, allowing her an unrestricted view.
    Annabelle had seen a naked man before. She
wasn’t a virgin. But her previous lover had looked nothing like
Mike. He was all rugged male, from his hair, which he kept tied
back with a leather thong, to his large feet. His shoulders were
broad, his stomach flat and muscled, and his thighs rock-hard. A
light sprinkling of brown hair covered his chest, and her fingers
itched to touch it. He was impressive. Almost intimidating. He was
a healthy male animal in his prime. His penis jutted out in front
of him, giving no doubt as to his readiness.
    Annabelle suddenly found it difficult to
swallow. This was all for her. He was standing there for her
perusal to allow her the time to get used to him, to accept him.
She reached out and he came toward her. He took her hand in his and
kissed it before lowering himself to sit beside her.
    It was then she became aware of her own
vulnerability. She’d been so caught up in looking at Mike, she’d
forgotten she was all but naked. Instinctively, her hands covered
her breasts. She was glad for the presence of her underwear. As
little protection as they provided from his heated gaze, it was
something.
    “Hey, don’t hide from me.” Mike reached