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  Shocked didn’t quite cover his reaction when Paige suddenly rose up and swung over his lap until she straddled his midsection in that barely-there dress, all while never taking her hands off his torso.

  Holy fucking shitballs.

  “Bet you’ve had plenty of lap dances, huh?”

  What could he realistically say to that? No, I’ve been secretly studying for the priesthood? Bah. He was Gideon goddamn Shaw, after all, and America’s Sexiest Guy had been on the receiving end of countless lap dancing attempts. He said attempts because most women didn’t have a fucking clue. But nitpicking the truth was a waste of time.

  “Guilty,” he drawled. Now, what would she do?

  “Tsk, tsk, tsk. In that case, how can we make another first time?”

  He grinned. Ask an easy question and get an easy answer. With little effort, he simply took hold of the dress’s neckline and peeled the stretchy material down her arms until Paige’s fantastic tits were bared. Yeah, he’d never get enough of those. Uh-uh. No way.

  The way he’d pulled on her dress had effectively trapped her arms, something he did not regret or plan to change. With a heavy dose of reverence, he put both hands on her, cupping the perfect handfuls and enjoying the way they molded to his touch.

  “First touch,” he murmured. Rolling the turgid peaks between his thumb and forefinger, he locked eyes with her. “I love your nipples, sweetheart.”

  She moaned and swayed on his lap, pushing her tits into his hands. The way she whimpered and shook told Edward that binding her hands with his tie was very much on any future agenda.

  Her skin was so goddamn soft, and the nipples that fascinated him were such a delight that Edward had a hard time concentrating on anything else.

  Licking his lips with greedy anticipation, he massaged each glorious mound and asked, “Ready for another first?”

  “Hurry,” she mewled. Surging on his lap, she arched her back offering her breasts to his touch. He didn’t need another invitation, but hurry didn’t exist in his vocabulary at the moment. He’d hungered for the taste of her pert breasts for so fucking long that no way was he going to rush. He was going to savor this first.

  “Shhh.” He lightly touched her with his fingers at the base of her throat and straight down between her breasts until the dress stopped him. “Do you want me to free your hands?” he asked while reaching behind to take hold of both her wrists. It wasn’t a power play as much as it was a peek into his passions.

  Paige quivered when he pulled her wrists, making her arch further. “No.” There was no hesitation in her voice. If anything, he detected curiosity and excitement. He could make those two things work for him quite nicely.

  “Good girl,” he murmured against the skin of her throat. Her head rolled back allowing him total access. Remembering the feverish way she’d destroyed his neck earlier, he detoured in a different direction. This was love not sex.

  Sliding a hand beneath her hair, he took hold of her head and neck, holding her still as he moved his lips without touching her skin. So close that all she’d feel was the hot whisper of his breath.

  “Edward.” Her cry was soft, desperate. He knew how she felt.

  “Shh.” His lips continued to explore, moving next to her ear but still never coming in direct contact. His senses connected in a different way. He couldn’t explain it, but it was as if she filled his taste buds before they ever touched. Drifting so close to her skin as he held her in a commanding grip affected all his senses. His eyes open and alert, he drank in the sight of her uncovered flesh. Her scent filled his nose. She was fresh, minty, and coffee-infused—wrapped in the intoxicating smell of a woman whose passions had been unleashed. Her tiny gasps were sweet to his ears, and the way she held her breath and then moaned softly sent a thunderbolt of lust straight to his dick.

  All that was left was touch. He wanted her to remember this forever when he worshiped her with his mouth for the first time.

  On an earthy groan, Edward opened his mouth and pressed his lips to her collarbone. His tongue swept out for a slow lick. Paige writhed on his lap, making his poor dick surge in response.

  Sweet. Soft. Warm. That was how he’d remember those first impressions. His tongue was laving her skin, and his senses exploded with sensations that shook his world. It wasn’t just that she tasted sweet. It was also that his lips, and especially his tongue, seemed to have sensory input all their own. He didn’t just lick. His tongue explored, tested, and noted every swell, curve, indentation, and bump. His lips worked in tandem, massaging her flesh until they were both moaning.

  He took his damn sweet time leaving a trail of kisses from her collarbone down to the tip of her breast. And then there was nothing left but to claim the gloriously sexy tip begging for his attention.

  First, he kissed, followed immediately by a wet lick that made her go limp in his arms. With his hand on her neck and the other wrapped around her wrists, she was helpless. With just one swipe of his tongue, he’d taken her down.

  Her beautiful pert nipples were more delectable than he’d imagined. Deeply responsive, he pushed her into a state of erotic frenzy by sucking hard and drawing the entire tip into his hungry mouth. Over and over, he devoured her flesh, moving between both mounds, unable to quench his fierce desire.

  “My god, Paige,” he groaned. “I want more. I need to taste all of you.”

  She barely knew where they were or what century it was. Swaying on Edward’s lap, his thick bulge rubbing between her spread legs, Paige surrendered without any confusion or doubt as to why. All she knew was she had to love this man with all her heart and all her body.

  She’d had a couple of lovers. Nothing to write home about and always pretty humdrum and straightforward. No one had ever restrained her in any way before, and she didn’t just mean the firm grip he kept on her wrists. As if that wasn’t exciting enough, the way he held her head, making it impossible for her to move on her own, was a definite first. One that made her very, very wet.

  By the time his mouth finally took her breasts, she was close to hyperventilating. There was not a goddamn thing tentative about the way he made love to her tits. With a randy appreciation that sent shards of intense pleasure into her core, he feasted on each one until Paige became a quivering, boneless mess.

  Through the lusty haze shrouding her mind, she thought he said something about tasting. More. Sweet tingling heat and a surge of liquid arousal shot into her center at what that meant. She started to shake. This was a no-go area for her. Never having anything that vaguely resembled a successful oral encounter made her wary of the experience as a whole. She’d taken going down on her off the agenda years ago.

  Shivers prickled her senses as the air conditioning hit her naked skin. At some point, he’d removed her dress and his shirt leaving Paige in a tiny thong and nothing else. He still had his slacks on, but she didn’t know why. They were grinding against each other so desperately it was a wonder their clothes didn’t combust from the friction.

  “Fuck.” He grunted against her breast. “Last call to run for the hills, babe.”

  Paige put her fingers into his hair. “I’m not running,” she murmured, “but I’m not sure about that thing you said. You know. The tasting.”

  His head snapped up in a heartbeat and those dangerously sexy blue eyes bored into hers.

  “Hold the fuck on.” He was searching her face, looking for something. “Are you telling me you’ve never gotten off that way before?”

  Oh, my god. This was so embarrassing, but lying about it wasn’t going to help. She nodded and looked away as heat poured into her cheeks.

  He didn’t laugh or tease her about it. In fact, he was looking at her as if she was the crown jewels or something.

  “Don’t look at me like that.”

  “You’re fucking unbelievable. You know that, don’t you?”

  She had no idea where he was headed with a statement like that, so she said nothing.

  “I’m in love with you a
nd dead serious about wanting to get married. We’re on a journey of firsts and now you’ve just given me a fantastic gift.”

  Gift? What the hell was he talking about?

  “Sweetheart … I’m going to carry you into my bedroom and lay you down on the bed. Then I’m going to peel those pathetically skimpy panties off your sweet little body with my teeth. And if neither of us has gone blind or passed out from frustration by then, it will be my great honor to spread your legs and lick your pussy until stars explode in your head and you come all over my face.”

  What could she say to that? Nothing, so she kissed him instead.

  “Do you still trust me?”

  “I’m nervous. Doing that’s never worked out …” She shrugged and didn’t finish.

  “That was sex. This is different. Let me make this happen for you, Paige. Look, I’m not going to find pretty words for what I want to do to you. Fuck that. I’m going to use my fingers to expose the lips I already know are slick with arousal. I bet your clit will be pink and swollen, and even though I’ll want to tease it with my fingers, watch it swell and pulse from your pleasure, I’ll wait until my tongue works it over good. Rapid flicks to drive you wild and then when you’re panting with need, I’ll suck the tender nub with my lips and pull it into my mouth.”

  “Unf.” Her body was throbbing with need.

  “That whole time your pussy will be dripping with the sweetest nectar imaginable. You’ll feel it dribbling down the seam of your tight ass. It’s a fucking shame you can’t see how beautiful your arousal is. That sexy, creamy proof of your feelings. For me. I want to be the only man who eats your pussy and makes you cry out when an orgasm blows you apart.”

  His words were so descriptive she couldn’t help the shameless way she undulated on his lap. How could he tease her this way? She was already on fire.

  “But before you climax, when my mouth and tongue have had their fill, there will be one last pleasure. It’s not enough just to suck your clit. I want to feel you come. Want to know what your pussy feels like when the spasms hit so later, when I bury my cock in your heat, I’ll join you when your body explodes. For that, I’ll use my fingers to massage the slick walls and press against your pleasure center.”

  He was watching her face so closely. Reading her reactions, gauging how his words affected her.

  “Do you want to come like that, babe? With your clit on my tongue, two fingers deep inside you, legs spread wide?”

  Paige struggled to breathe, but she knew just what to say. “”After you taste me, can I taste you?”

  His eyes blazed, and she was astonished to see warm color rise to his cheeks. “Oh, believe me, babe. We’ll get around to that sooner or later. Count on it.” For emphasis, he put a finger into her mouth, which she wasted no time swirling her tongue around before sucking on the poor substitute for what she really wanted.

  “Bed, I think,” he muttered out loud. Standing, he transferred her weight to his arms and carried her through the house. She ran a hand across his chest and scraped her nails in circles around his nipples. Growling, he warned her, “Keep that up and I’ll make your ass pink.”

  “Threat or promise?”

  “Both.” He snorted as he stomped his way into the big, open space of his black and white bedroom with the massive upholstered bed placed right in the middle. It was so ruggedly male, she nearly giggled when it came into view. He tilted her bodily toward the bed. “Pull back the comforter.” After she’d revealed the linens, he looked down at her in his arms and practically devoured her with his eyes.

  “I’m going to make love to you now, sweetheart, and I need you to be outside your head. Don’t hold back, okay? Just let it all happen. Go inside your body. Find what gives you pleasure and share that with me. Remember, we’re not fucking. This is you and me, Paige. I want all your love.”

  She surrendered so fast he looked a little surprised.

  “I want to make love with you, and I don’t want to regret it. Ever.”

  His blue eyes smoldered and turned a smoky blue gray.

  “There will be no regrets—ever—between us. This is just the beginning, my love. What we start tonight won’t just change everything, it’ll last a lifetime.”

  Dawn was breaking. He could see the first bursts of daylight peeking through the clouds. It was going to be a great day. He was sure of it.

  Beside him, Paige lay deep in slumber, some covers tangled around her torso and tucked beneath her hips; she was on her stomach, one arm tucked under and the other flung wide with a leg crooked at the knee and the other straight. Even dead asleep, she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

  He didn’t care that her brown curls were a tangled mess. He’d gotten carried away with the hair grabbing once he felt her response to the aggressive stimuli. Of course, she gave as good as she got, making a complete shit show of his lengthening mane, too. Another way they were well matched. She did a hell of a lot more than just submit. Paige demanded equal time, and he gladly let her take the reins at times and at the end of it all, they both looked like bloody hell. A short, snorting laugh left his lips.

  He wasn’t sure how long he’d been lying there watching her. Time didn’t seem to have concrete meaning after the wildly erotic night they’d shared. They took a leap of faith, and holy fuck, had the result been spectacular. Epic. Life changing. If he really thought about it, which clearly he was, every second since he’d carefully laid her on his bed, posing her in a way that would make his brain melt thinking about it later, had been a living guide to their deepest selves.

  She was nervous; he saw it in her eyes and by the way her fingers pawed the bed searching for an anchor to hold on to. The evidence of his desire was quite visible on her skin so it wasn’t as if he could feign ignorance to her tension. He’d done quite a number on her neck and especially her breasts leaving trails of bite marks, bruising from the voracious suckling, and signs of his beard chafing her tender skin.

  Looking at her now—fast asleep and naked in his bed—he didn’t have to search long to see a love bite on her shoulder. His manhood stirred. Such a primitive response, one he’d acted out loads of times, but this was truly another first for him. The primal possessiveness—that Alpha hero bullshit everyone talked about—was alive inside him and strong as … I don’t know. Thor’s hammer maybe? That seemed otherworldly impressive, which pretty fucking well described how he felt.

  Edward wiggled closer. Her body was like a powerful force pulling him in. He didn’t want to wake her; she’d had enough after their last high-intensity coupling, but even so, he craved the contact. Especially while his head was still whirling.

  He’d followed through, smashing her insecurities and hesitation to dust by devouring her pussy in an insanely hot interlude that just thinking about made his mouth water. He was pretty damn proud of how he’d managed to get the ridiculous scrap of satin she’d paraded as panties off her trembling body with just his teeth. His hands had been too busy stroking every inch of her lovely, soft skin to be of much assistance, anyway.

  Etched in his mind now was an image he’d take with him forever, of Paige completely naked before him for the first time. The way she’d arched and undulated, teasing his senses with a seductive display that sent out a call he intended to answer, had worked his already overloaded system like the most potent of aphrodisiacs.

  To his ferocious delight, she kept her lady parts au natural. A sweet thatch of brown curls sent carnal shockwaves to all his nerve endings. He’d reached for his twitching cock to ease the ache that seeing her in all her bare-assed glory had started. He wasn’t a fan of the bare pubes look—kind of freaked him out. Fucking teenagers and wannabe baby girls had never been his thing.

  Rubbing his unbridled hard-on through his pants, he’d mindfully dove in and took them both on a wild romp that went exactly as predicted. Not only did he get her to come, but he’d actually also brought her to a couple of screaming orgasms that drenched his face, the bed, and the hand mass
aging her pussy, reducing his sexy lover to a quivering heap.

  The whole thing had been intense. Immediately after, he’d acted out a brain fart from one of his favorite movies that thankfully had her laughing hysterically and given them a poignant Edward and Paige moment. It was that scene from Castaway with the crazy talented Tom Hanks where he first made fire. Standing bare-chested by the bed, he’d pounded his chest, pointed at her quaking body, and declared at the top of his lungs, “I made my woman come. Me. An orgasm. She came on my tongue.” It had been funny as shit.

  He rather enjoyed what came next. After his boisterous declaration of pussy eating victory, she’d gotten him back in pretty short order. He couldn’t remember how she’d managed to get his pants off. He sort of recalled that she’d gotten grabby with his ass and then his cock while doing naughty things to his nipples. That part was a blur. He’d been so pumped up and stimulated that he’d hung on by a shortening thread until that moment when they were both naked. That part he remembered clearly.

  She’d been on her knees … a recurring theme with them—and quite simply gasped in what he hoped was delight when she’d finally freed his flesh. Murmuring his name, wonder filled her throaty growl. It was a perfect moment.

  There was no fucking way he’d survive her mouth on his dick, that’d come much later, but that didn’t mean she didn’t get to explore him. Oh, she did and quite spectacularly including pushing him onto his back in the middle of the enormous bed and climbing onto his body for an intimate lap dance that stopped just short of penetration.

  Stopping her feverish dance before things went too far, he’d rolled her around the bed, kissing, caressing, fingering, until they’d reached the point of no return.

  That first time had been more than special. He’d wanted them to both remember the moment when at last they joined intimately, so he slowed things waaaay down. Whispering words of love mixed with cries of passion, he’d claimed her in excruciating slow motion, lifting her ass with his hands until her lips separated and all he could focus on was the glistening arousal that awaited him.