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“Much less.”

She raised her arms above her head. “Take my top off.”

“Gladly.” Running my fingertips down between her breasts, over the flat plane of her stomach, I caught the hemline. Clutching at the fabric, I yanked it over her head and tossed it on the floor. My heart rate doubled as I raked my gaze over her plain black bra and the teasing arch of her boobs bulging over the top of the smooth fabric. I wanted to take my time and explore every inch of her body, but...later. We didn’t have many hours left until I had to leave for the promo. I didn’t want to waste one second.

She stepped in close, melting against my chest. She trailed steamy kisses up the side of my neck, along my jawline, then met my mouth. My eyes fluttered shut as our tongues entwined. Every touch and taste dialed up the heat coursing through my body.

“Do you wanna take my bra off?” Her breathy voice rushed across my lips.

I swallowed hard. I’d never been asked that before. “Uh-huh.” I slid my hands up her back. Taking hold of the bra, my fingers trembled. Over our kisses, I twisted the clasp this way, then that. This way...then that. Nope, no release. I pushed and pulled the connection. Nothing. I tugged and tweaked at the elastic. No give. I jiggled the hooks, but the stupid thing still wouldn’t budge.

I broke our kiss, stepped back, and splayed my hands. “How the fuck do you get that thing off?”

Tia pursed her lips to contain her laughter but failed. “Like this.” She reached behind her back. Within a second, the straps fell loose on her shoulders.

Okay. I need to practice that.

Slowly, sexily she lowered the garment and eased it from her arms.

My balls jumped. Fuck this going slow shit. I caught Tia around the waist and crushed her against me. Her bare nipples pressing into my skin sent shudders and tingles across my body. As we kissed, the temperature between us grew hotter and hotter. With a gentle nudge, I lowered her onto the bed. We shuffled toward the pillows and kicked back the bed coverings. Nestling between her legs, I hovered over her and rocked my hips against hers. I needed more of her. All of her. “Tia? I’m dying here. I want you.”

She moaned against my mouth. “Say that again?”

My heart drummed hard against my ribs, but there was no hesitation in my voice. “I want you.” God, it felt good to admit that.

Her eyes glistened in the soft light as she tapped my ass. “Good. Now roll over.”

Falling back onto the pillow, I hated losing contact with her for a second. She rolled onto her side and planted a mind-numbing kiss on my lips. Her fingernails scraped across my chest, down my stomach, and found the buckle on my belt. “Can I take off your jeans?”

A wave of reality slammed into me. Did I truly want this? Was I ready? One look into Tia’s breathtaking green eyes and all my doubts disappeared. “Yeah.”

I raised my hips and helped her ease my clothes off. My strained erection was happy to be released from the confines of my boxer briefs.

A sexy smile curled across her mouth. “I can work with this.” She took hold of my cock and rubbed her thumb up the length and circled the tip.

The breath shot from my lungs. Tia...a woman...was touching me. Weird...But good. So fucking good. “It’s all I got.”

“It’s more than enough.” She sat upright and reached for the zipper on the side of her dress pants. But she stopped, then drew the sheet over her legs. Shame shimmered in her eyes. “You don’t need to see my scars.”

My chest ached. “Tia.” I ran my hand up her spine. Threading my fingers beneath her hair, I caressed the back of her neck. “No scar is gonna scare me off. I saw some of them when we were at Big Bear.” I crawled around in front of her and grabbed the top of her pants. “Trust me. It’s okay.”

“Lewis?” She winced, reaching out to stop me.

“You wanna fuck, these have to come off.” I tugged on the waistband. “Yes? Or do you want to stop?” My body screamed ‘no, don’t stop,’ but I would if I had to.

She gnawed on her lip. Once. Twice. Three times. Then, she nodded. “Off.” She collapsed back against the pillow and covered her eyes with her arm.

I eased her pants and boyleg panties from her hips, then slid them down her thighs, over her knees, and off her ankles. In the soft light, I took her injured foot in my hand and traced her scars with my fingertips. The raised marks were like the one that sliced across the middle of my back. I threw her a saucy smile and dipped my head. Licking and kissing along the length of her calf, I followed each scar, making sure I didn’t miss one. “Your leg feels and tastes alright to me?”

“Get up here.” She flapped her hand at me.

Grinning, I meandered nips and kisses up her leg, across her hip bone, then over her stomach. The scent on her skin drove me wild. But I couldn’t pass her boobs without exploring. I cupped one perfect breast, then the other. The weight? Weird. The flesh? Firm yet soft. The nipple? So sexy. Aching to taste her, I lowered my head and flicked my tongue over the hardened tip.

My cock twitched and throbbed. Guess I like this.

She flinched and arched toward me. “Mmm.” Guess she did too.

I swirled my tongue around in a circle, blew softly, and sucked her nipple into my mouth. Goose bumps darted across her skin. I grinned as her bud hardened even more.