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not to mention an excellent taste in lingerie.
    Delicately, she stepped out from the wisp of fabric that had pooled on the floor, kicking it away. Her movements were graceful and lithe, but as she moved, the silver shadow of a long scar down her thigh played peekaboo with the light. Despite himself, he let out a sigh of relief. At least she wasn’t the same species as Haye. Not that he had anything against people’s species, but in an amorous situation, it was a little emasculating when your partner could bench press surface-to-space flyers.
    Both his heads argued with each other. The smaller one demanded he tear off what was left of her clothes, toss her on the bed and have his way ‘til neither of them could lift a finger. The other head, the one he didn’t use as much in these situations, told him that was a stupid ass idea. You don’t go chugging fine wine; you savor it.
    But while the argument went on, his body had other ideas. As if presented with a priceless work of art and granted the privilege of touching it for the first time, Garrett’s finger lightly traced an invisible line up her thigh. He hadn’t moved fast so she had been expecting it, but he had to smile at seeing her shudder at the intimate contact.
    Smooth. Silky. Supple. Warm and as he made his way north, hotter and hotter. But just before he reached that lace-shrouded juncture, he stopped and for a moment so did her breathing as it seemed.
    “You know I hope you weren’t kidding about that offer of yours,” Garrett spoke as his finger lightly traced hieroglyphics into the velvet canvas of her inner thigh.
    “Which one?” She sounded breathless.
    “Getting over that cherry thing.” His other hand slid up and slowly made short work of the buttons on her blouse. “Right now, I’m imagining ripping off the rest of your clothes, pouring cherry syrup all over your body and licking it off ‘til it’s all gone.”
    Sedj shuddered again. “Sounds like… a lot of fun.”
    “Yeah,” he smiled wistfully as he undid the last button and parted the front of her garment. “Too bad we don’t have any syrup handy.” He had to pause in thought and deed as the sight served to stun him momentarily. More black lace as sheer as mist. Creamy white mounds straining against their confinement. He had pictured them in his head, but the reality far outweighed his imagination.
    His finger moved higher and hooked itself into the waistband of her panties. “On the other hand,” he murmured as he leaned forward. A gasp caught in her throat and her arms went rigid as he exhaled a breath of hot moist air directly over the hard nub trying to poke through the wispy cup of her brassiere. “Milk and honey will do for now.”
    He closed the distance and his parted lips pressed into the soft giving mound in a hot kiss.
    She tipped her head back, hair cascading down her back apart from one curl that looped over his hand on her breast. Clinging as though begging for attention. His free hand encircled her waist, tinier than it looked and pulled her in tighter. She was small and delicate in his arms, something that made him shudder and try to shut down the primitive caveman part of his brain.
    “Computer, lock door.” Her voice was little more than a ragged whisper, but the computer heard. “Authorization Red-seven-seven-three-four-delta.”
    He smiled against the soft skin. She was cool under pressure. He liked that. But how much could she take?
    Using both his hands, it wasn’t long before her blouse joined her skirt on the floor. He took his time, nibbling and kissing her soft mounds. As he undid her bra, his lips trapped her nipple through the lace, an act threaded with impatience as his tongue rasped back and forth making her softly cry out.
    Then there was nothing in the way as he slid the undergarment down her arms while her thong failed to provide substantial protection against his questing hand. And as he drew her nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth, her