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dropped to the ground.
    “I want you naked,” he cut in between kisses. “I want to
touch you everywhere.” He found the clasp of her bra and snapped it free.
Brushing his fingertips against her back, he peeled the bra off and pulled it
free of her arms.
    He looked down at her breasts. “Darling, you are exquisite,”
he said and cupped both mounds so that they filled his large hands. She looked
down as well. God, she loved the sight of his hands on her. The glory of his
warmth on her naked skin made her arch into him.
    “Ask me to suck your nipples,” he commanded.
    Her throat dried with longing. He took total charge of her
body and desire while making her an equal and willing participant.
    “Suck my nipples,” she echoed.
    She watched his eyelids drift shut when his mouth closed
around her hard, sensitive nub. A shudder went through her, slamming right into
her clit. Her hips rubbed against his and more moisture seeped into the thin
barrier of her thong.
    He suckled hard then let the nipple pop out of his mouth. As
cream threatened to leak out of her pussy, she squeezed her hand between their
pressed bodies and cupped her sex. He swiped her hand out of the way and
clasped the elastic of her thong, pushing the offending scrap on a journey down
her legs.
    He knelt and took his time in a ritual that felt like the
beginning of a sacred offering. For every inch that the lacy-edged fabric
advanced along her skin, his hands were there, creating ripples. His lips
followed like a christening brand, imprinting moisture where he’d left heat.
    Her hands found his hair and buried in it, contracting when
he grasped her ankle in a signal for her to lift her foot. Every movement
unfolded with lazy deliberation, every touch and caress primed her for more
anticipation. What came down had to come up again, so once her underwear was
out of the way, his fingers began the slow ascent, charting a whole new course
of sensations on top of the ones he’d already created.
    Because Charlotte suspected the destination of his quest,
her womb contracted, pushing her hips toward him. He reached the inside of her
thighs while his ragged breath skimmed her lower belly. Charlotte sucked air
and held it when his digits drifted through her pubic hair and kept advancing
until he parted her labia like the wrappings of a gift.
    “Good god, woman! You are way past due.”
    Taking hold of her waist, he directed her backward and
followed on his knees until she sat down on the bed. She’d asked to porter to
pull it down for her even though it was barely afternoon. Her stranger piled
the pillows against the wall and guided her until she was semi reclined, her
head and back cushioned against the wall of the compartment.
    The light caught in his eyes, turning them a brilliant blue.
His lips cracked a mysterious smile as he grasped the underside of her knees
and lifted her thighs over his shoulders. Reaching with both hands, he found
her breasts and pinched her nipples. She gasped. He smiled and dove between her
legs. When his tongue swept up her slit, Charlotte thought she would pass out.
    “Look at me,” he called. She found him peering at her from
between her legs. “I’m going to make you come now. You ready?”
    She was too stunned to utter a word. Was orgasm a promise a
man could deliver so easily? As increased anticipation swept warmth over her
naked body, Charlotte barely managed to hold his gaze. He waited for an answer
but she couldn’t even nod. Nor was there time to answer before his tongue
circled her clit and his finger pushed into her slick channel.
    Dear, sweet God!
    How could she have forgotten this sensation? Dormant
pleasure roared back to life. Everything crystallized into sparkling clarity as
she saw, truly saw, her lover’s gift. This was why he wanted her to look at
him. The energy rose and spun. Breath raged in and out of her. Each lick of his
tongue brought her closer to that part of herself she hadn’t seen in a while.
    Her