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His eyes stared into hers as he latched on to the tip of her breast, pulling her between his lips. He sucked on her for a heartbeat before releasing and blowing across the glistening tip. Between her legs, she felt a warm rush.

“You okay?” he said. “This okay?”

“I didn’t know…they could feel like that.”

“No?” He brushed his lips over her nipple again. “Surely you’ve touched this beautiful place? No? Not ever?”

She couldn’t think straight. “Females in my class…we’re taught that we shouldn’t…do such things. Unless we are with a mate and even then…” God, what were they talking about?

“Ah…well, I’m here now, aren’t I?” His tongue came out and licked over her nipple. “Yeah, I’m here now. So give me your hand, Marissa.” When she did, he kissed her palm. “Let me show you what perfection feels like.”

He took her forefinger into his mouth and sucked on it, then popped it free and brought it to her distended nipple. He ran circles around the tip, touching her through her own hand.

She let her head fall back, but kept her eyes on his. “It’s so…”

“Soft and tight at the same time, isn’t it.” He lowered his mouth, covering her nipple and her fingertip, a smooth, licking warmth. “Feels good?”

“Yes…dear Virgin in the Fade, yes.”

His hand went to her other breast and rolled her nipple, then he massaged the swell beneath. He was so big looming over her, the hospital gown slipping from his bunched-up shoulders, his heavy arms clenched from holding himself above her body. As he switched sides and went to work on her other nipple, his dark hair brushed against her pale skin, soft and silky.

Lost in the heat and a growing restlessness, she didn’t notice as her skirts started moving…until they were up around her thighs.

As she stiffened, he asked against her breast, “Will you let me keep going a little farther? If I swear I’ll stop anytime you want?”

“Um…yes.”

His palm slid onto her bare knee, and she jerked, but when he went back to work on her breast, she forgot the fear. With slow, lazy circles, his hand went higher and higher until it slipped between her thighs—

Abruptly, she felt something spill out of her. In a panic, she clamped her legs together and pushed at him.

“What, baby?”

Blushing fiercely, she muttered, “I feel something…different…”

“Where? Down here?” He stroked her inner thigh.

As she nodded, his smile was slow, sexy. “Oh, really?” He kissed her, lingering with their mouths together. “Want to tell me what it is?” As she flushed even more, his hand kept up the caressing. “What kind of different?”

“I’m…” She couldn’t say it.

His mouth shifted so it was next to her ear. “Are you wet?” When she nodded, he growled deep in his throat. “Wet is good…wet’s right where I want you to be.”

“It is? Why—”

With a smooth, quick move, he touched her panties between her legs, and they both jumped at the contact.

“Oh…God,” he groaned, his head dropping on her shoulder. “You’re so with me right now. You’re so right here with me.”

Butch’s erection pounded as he kept his hand on the warm, damp satin over Marissa’s core. He knew if he pushed the panties aside, he was going to dive into a whole lot of honey, but he didn’t want to shock her out of the moment.

Curling his fingers around her, he rubbed the heel of his palm against the top of her slit, right where it would feel best. As she gasped, her hips pushed forward, then followed his slow rhythm. Which naturally put him through the roof. To maintain control, he rolled his hips so his stomach was sitting on that arousal of his, trapping it against the mattress.

“Butch, I need…something…I…”

“Baby, have you ever—” Ah, hell, no way she’d ever pleasured herself. She’d been surprised at what her nipple felt like.

“What?”

“Never mind.” He eased off her core and stroked her panties, just running his fingertips over her. “I’m going to take care of you. Trust me, Marissa.”

He kissed her mouth, sucking at her lips, getting her lost. Then he slipped his hand under the lip of satin