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her sensitive skin and she moaned. With a
chuckle, he took her earlobe between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue.
    Aric sensed how hard she was fighting to maintain her
stillness. When he touched her ass, her muscles contracted and he knew she
yearned to rub her thighs against each other. He wondered if she could get off
like that, letting her wet panties press her swollen clit as her legs squeezed
together rhythmically. God, he’d pay good money to see that, he thought,
remembering all the years he’d fantasized about her. Now that she stood before
him, it was time he stopped thinking of the past and got on with the task at hand—seducing
Ainsley.
    Aric kept his voice deliberately soft. “Look at me.”
    Raising her eyes to his, she gazed at him with an expression
he’d never seen on her beautiful face. Lust etched itself on her features,
giving them a haunting quality. He’d always thought her gorgeous. As tall as a
man, slender but athletic and muscular from years of martial arts, she had the
kind of inner grace that came from knowing exactly who she was. The kind of
inner grace many of the best subs had.
    He stood a full four inches taller than her six feet, and
she usually took advantage of that by wearing heels around him. Tonight, her
heels were low and she had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. Although she
kept her face impassive, her eyes skimmed his features. For the first time in
his life, he wondered how a woman saw him. He knew his thoughts were irrational
because Ainsley had known him since they were both children. If anyone knew
what he looked like, she did. Yet he couldn’t deny that he wanted her to think
that his dark hair and light eyes, his bronzed skin and the dimple in his cheek
all added up to handsome.
    As if she could read his thoughts, a glint of appreciation
appeared in her eyes. His heart leapt and a smile turned up the corners of his
mouth.
    “I never thought I would have the opportunity to speak these
words to you but, Ains, I want you,” he murmured, his fingers slipping into the
open neckline of her silk shirt.
    Her breath caught audibly in her throat when he stroked her
skin. Swiftly and expertly, he unbuttoned her shirt, letting it fall from her
body. He marveled at the satin of her skin. She wore no bra and her full
breasts tantalized him, the hard, dusky tips standing at attention. His groin
fired anew.
    Then, for the first time in all the years they’d known each
other, he bent his head and kissed her. The softness of her lips seduced him.
Liquid fire rushed through his veins and his control snapped. His tongue
brushed the seam of her lips. She opened her mouth, shivering as he licked at
the wet flesh inside. The taste of her intoxicated him more than the finest
champagne and he floated on a euphoric cloud, all because he was finally
kissing Ainsley.
    Aric’s hands glided up her naked back, pressing her against
his chest, her unconfined breasts molding themselves to his hard contours. The
sensation of those hard nipples poking into his pecs through the thin material
of his t-shirt couldn’t be denied. He reached up to cup the firm mounds.
Ainsley began to shake and he deepened the kiss, his tongue no longer teasing
but demanding. He pushed past her teeth and took control of her tongue, coaxing
it into his mouth. He sucked on it lightly while his fingers made short work of
her jeans.
    The denim slid down her thighs. Aric broke the kiss, needing
to see her silken skin, touch it and taste it. He resisted, only letting
himself look. “Remove your boots.”
    She knelt before him to remove the boots and stayed on her
knees, eyes downcast, arms crossed at her back. Jealousy flicked at him. He
wondered where she had learned that since she’d already admitted to not being
trained.
    Aric felt completely out of control. He had just broken
every rule he’d steadfastly enforced in life since he’d opened Insolence. He
had no contract with her. He’d brought her to his home