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He had it undone easily and sat back to pull it off, leaving her only in underwear.
He reached for those, but she stopped him, looking up with a glare.
“You first,” she said, a teasing glint in her eyes.
He smiled and grabbed his dress shirt on both sides of his collar and, to her total shock, just tore it off. It split down the middle, revealing his rippled abs and beautiful torso and strong pecs, and he flung the pieces to the sides.
He reached for the button of his pants and undid it, slid down the zipper with a grin, and kicked them off behind him, tossing them from the bed and onto the ground.
Now he was only in tight, dark-gray boxer briefs, which outlined powerful thighs, trim hips, and sharp Ken-doll lines leading toward something wonderful.
She literally couldn’t resist licking her lips, and his eyes gained heat, narrowing slightly.
“You’re beautiful,” she said quietly.
He nodded. “As are you.”
She laughed. “You didn’t even try to argue with me.”
“Why should I?” he asked, crawling over her again. This time he took both her wrists in one of his hands and pinned them over her head. “Is this okay?”
She nodded.
“Anyway, there’s no point fighting about it,” he said. “I’m aware of my appearance. Women like the one earlier just make that even clearer. But the thing is I only care when you say it. I only care how you feel about it. So when you say it, and I know it’s true, I’m not going to fight you, because that’s what I want.”
She nodded slowly, loving the feel of his firm hand holding hers like it was nothing, her body splayed and nearly naked under him.
He hooked a finger under her panties, which were made of purple lace. One of her favorites that she’d bought.
“I’ll buy you another pair,” he said. “A hundred if you want.”
She bit her lip, and he jerked them off of her, tearing them as easily as if they were tissue paper. But it was so hot, so dominant, that she couldn’t even complain about it. It simply turned her on further.
She wanted only him, and she wanted to feel his strength as he dominated her.
He leaned forward until his lips were close to hers. “Only mine,” he said. “No one else is allowed to do this. No one else is allowed to touch you. To look at you. And I’m going to stay around and make sure they don’t.”
She swallowed, her throat dry at how hot that was. It should be controlling, it should be odd this early in their relationship, yet she knew it was right.
She trusted him and he trusted her, and she wanted to be with him forever.
Deep in her heart, she knew that was true and wasn’t going to question it simply because it didn’t fit with the world’s rules.
He stroked her face softly with his free hand and then caught her chin as he reached down to capture her lips in a kiss. His tongue was forceful, aggressive, diving in and out of her in a passionate rhythm that had her thinking about what she hoped they would do next.
His hand released her chin and dipped downward to reach the apex of her legs, playing at the nub between them. She felt him slide over her already wet, warm flesh and arched at the sensation. So intense already and they’d only just started. It was as though her body were already anticipating his every move.
He gently played over her folds, teasing her and swirling as he broke the kiss and looked down at her with hunger, one hand holding her wrists, one hand reaching down to please her, using all his long, hard strength to his advantage.
She arched as her orgasm came speeding toward her like a bullet train, crashing through her like a burst of sheer warmth and pleasure. She cried out, calling his name as she writhed against his hands, but he didn’t let go, stroking mercilessly as she spasmed wetly against his hand.
“Darling,” he said, his gaze intense, his whole body paused as he watched her catch her breath, still captive in his arms. “I want you, badly. But I don’t want things to go too fast.”
“Oh, screw that,” she said, gritting her teeth and thrusting up against his hands. “If you don’t get inside me now, you’re going to have one very angry ‘darling’ on your hands.”
“Fine,” he said. “I don’t know if I could have resisted anyway. You’re intoxicating.” He released her hands, and she wrapped them around his neck and then rested them on his shoulders.
She wanted to be touching him, holding him, when he came inside her.
He readied himself between her legs, looking down at her wet entrance with gleaming eyes, and then she felt his head, huge and hard, playing at her softness.
But she was ready for him. Ready to be all his. She’d never been readier for anything in her life, and she somehow knew the rest would work out for them in the future.