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She jumped and glanced up. “I didn’t know you were awake.”

“I never went to sleep. Been watching you for hours.” He pulled the sheet back into place and smiled. “How you doing?”

“Good.”

“You want we call for some break—”

“Butch.” Exactly how was she going to put this? “Males do what you made me do, right? I mean, last night when you were touching me.”

He flushed and tugged at the sheet. “Yeah, we do. But you don’t need to worry about that.”

“Why?”

“Just don’t have to.”

“Would you let me look at you?” She nodded at his hips. “Down there?”

He coughed a little. “You want that?”

“Yes. God, yes…I want to touch you there.”

With a soft curse, he muttered, “What happens might shock you.”

“I was shocked when your hand was between my legs. Is it shocking like that? In that good kind of way?”

“Yeah.” His hips shifted, as if they’d rotated on the base of his spine. “Jesus…Marissa.”

“I want you naked.” She sat up on her knees and reached for his johnny. “And I want to strip you.”

He took her hands in a hard grip. “I, ah…Marissa, do you have any idea what happens when a man comes? Because sure as shit, that’s going to happen if you start handling me. And it’s not going to take long.”

“I want to find out. With you.”

He closed his eyes. Took a deep breath. “Dear Lord in heaven.”

Lifting his upper body off the bed, he leaned forward so she could slip the two halves of the gown down his arms. Then he let himself fall back on the mattress and his body was revealed: the thick neck plugged into those broad shoulders…the heavy pads of his pectorals that were dusted with hair…the ribbed expanse of his belly…and…

She pulled back the sheet. Good God, his sex was…“It’s gotten so…huge.”

Butch barked out a laugh. “You say the nicest things.”

“I saw it when it was…. I didn’t know it got…”

She just couldn’t take her eyes off his erection as it lay against his belly. His hard sex was the color of his lips and shockingly beautiful, the head blunt with a graceful ridge, the shaft perfectly round and very thick at the base. And the twin weights below were heavy, shameless, virile.

Maybe humans were larger than her kind?

“How do you like to be touched?”

“If it’s you, any way.”

“No, show me.”

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, and his chest expanded. When he lifted his lids, his mouth parted and he slowly eased his hand down his pecs and his belly. Moving one of his legs out to the side, he captured himself in his palm, fisting that dark pink flesh of his, his man hand broad enough to hold the thing. With a slow, smooth movement, he stroked his arousal, base to tip, riding the shaft.

“Or something like this,” he said hoarsely, keeping it up. “Good God, look at you…. I could come right now.”

“No.” She pushed his arm out of the way and the erection bounced stiffly on his stomach. “I want to make you do that.”

As she took hold of him, he groaned, his whole body undulating.

He was hot. He was hard. He was soft. He was so thick she couldn’t close her palm all the way around him.

Hesitant at first, she followed his example, running her grip up and down, marveling at how his satin skin slid over the stone core of him.

When he gritted his teeth, she stopped. “Is this all right?”

“Yeah…damn…” His chin tilted back, the veins in his neck popping. “More.”

She put her other hand on him, stacking her palms, moving them together. His mouth fell wide open, his eyes rolling back in his head, a sheen of sweat breaking out over his body.

“How does this feel, Butch?”

“I’m so close already.” He clamped his jaws together and breathed through teeth that were locked light. But then he grabbed her hands, stilling them. “Wait! Not yet…”

His erection pulsed, kicking in their grips. A crystal drop appeared at the tip.

He took in a ragged breath. “Hold me out. Make me work for it, Marissa. The longer you burn me, the better the end will be.”

Using his gasps and the spasms of his muscles as a guide, she learned the peaks and valleys of his erotic response, figured out when he was getting close and just how to suspend him at the tip of the sexual