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been so
close to heaven. Inhaling, he drew in as much of her pleasurable musky scent as
his senses could handle then leaned back, allowing her hands to cradle his
head.
    Scott met Cammie’s hooded gaze. Obviously he hadn’t read her
wrong. Not only did she love wearing lingerie, she liked being touched while wearing it. Did she like having sex while dressed in it as well? Man, he
hoped so. Just the thought of fucking her while she wore the stilettos, silk
stockings and bustier made his cock twitch and his balls draw tighter.
    Her gaze shown bright with a passionate heat he knew he’d
ignited with the tender massage of her legs. The thought of wedging his cock
between her feet, gliding back and forth, the stockings causing friction to his
flesh nearly made him come, but he managed to maintain his dignity. Even though
he sensed the attraction between them was red-hot, he knew better than to push
for more than she might be ready for.
    Their conversations over the past few weeks had taught him
much about her that he liked. She was intelligent, witty and a tad bit shy when
it came to his subtle innuendoes as she showed him different garments. But she
never backed away, and on occasion even retorted politely, which turned him on
immensely. Now he ached to explore this beautiful woman.
    Touching her had been a mistake. It shook his resolve to
take this relationship slowly. The sensation of fine silk mixed with her
exquisitely soft legs was forever etched in the palms of his hands. His fingers
trembled ever so slightly as he reached forward, trailing them along the
overlap of leather concealing the stays running down the center of the bustier.
He itched to release those stays one by one in a slow peek-a-boo until her full
mounds were free for his enjoyment, but somehow managed to refrain.
    “Cammie,” he said softly, because her name was the only word
he could manage. Her hauntingly beautiful light-green eyes had darkened with
desire and rocked him to the core with need. He wanted to taste the woman whose
scent filled his every breath and whet his appetite for sex. But if she said
no, he’d stop.
    He liked the way she nervously nipped at her lower lip, torn
between lust and moral fortitude. She was innocently beautiful even while
dressed for sex.
    “Scott, I…” Her voice shook and she swallowed hard then
darted a nervous tongue across her lips. She closed her eyes and he suspected
she was gathering her nerve before she spoke. “I’ve never done anything like
this with a customer before—and I’ve never been the other woman before either.”
    Her admission confused him for a split second before his
brain sorted through the muddle of mush that was now inside his skull. He
gathered her hands in his and kissed each palm, never releasing her gaze. He
blew a heated breath across the moisture his lips left behind and saw her gaze
narrow. She liked it but didn’t want to admit it.
    He smiled as he stood to explain, and hoped she wouldn’t
think he was some sort of stalker when he finished.
    “You are so not the other woman.”
    “But the lingerie?” she questioned.
    Scott cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb along her lower
lip, which she’d inadvertently reddened when she’d chewed it. “I bought the
lingerie in order to get to know you,” he stated honestly. “It’s all still in
the bags I brought them home in, waiting for a certain special lady to wear
them for me.”
    Her eyes widened. The slight part of her lips teased him,
increasing his want for a kiss. He knew Cammie was worth the wait— if she
made him wait. But he hoped she didn’t, not with the way she looked in that
leather bustier. He gathered her hands once more. Her fingers trembled.
    “I promise not to do anything to harm you.” He stepped
closer. “We can stop whenever you say no.”
    Scott brushed a tender kiss across her lips. He cradled her
head in his hand, twisting his fingers in her blonde hair. He nibbled her lower
lip then kissed her