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His eyes opened a crack. “What did you say? I could not hear you.”

“You heard me,” she said, still distracted by thoughts of his wicked mouth.

“Remind me.”

“I said I love you.”

A smug smile curved his lips, and his eyes opened infinitesimally wider. “That’s what I thought you said.” He frowned. “Why are you coloring?”

When she didn’t answer, he took her face in his hands.

“Sarah?”

She jerked her chin from his hand. “I am not coloring.”

He laughed and pushed her back on the bed. “I believe we’ve discussed this problem once before.” He rubbed her stomach as he spoke, and Sarah resisted the urge to purr at his touch.

“What subject?” she asked, not really caring. His wicked, knowing hand stroked her pelvis in the most distracting manner.

“About the daughters of preachers and how they should not lie.” His hand slid up her stomach and cupped a breast. His lips curved into an oddly possessive smile as he took her breast into his mouth.

She gasped and arched against him.

He released her nipple and studied it. “You have beautiful breasts.” He spoke with the authority of an expert.

“You’ve seen many, I collect.”

“Yes,” he agreed absently, switching to the other breast and thumbing her nipple.

Sarah laughed even as jealousy seared her. “You aren’t supposed to admit that.”

He pulled his eyes away from her hardened nipple with visible effort. “Admit what?”

“That you’ve seen many women’s breasts.”

“Oh.” He turned back to her breast, clearly finding it more stimulating than her conversation.

Sarah sighed.

“Why do you sigh like that?” The words were muffled by the nipple obstructing his mouth.

“Shut up.” She dragged her hand over the ridged muscles that ran down the side of his rib cage, stopping when she reached his compact hips.

“Mmm.” He pushed against her, pressing his fascinating hardness on her leg.

Sarah stroked his hip, her hand inching around to the front, until she could feel springy hair at the base of his sex.

“Touch me, Sarah,” he murmured, reaching between them and taking her hand, guiding it to his satiny hardness and curling her fingers around him. He pushed into her fist and then drew out again, repeating the motion slowly and rhythmically.

“Yes, just like that,” he praised, groaning as she tightened her hand around him. She could feel the tightly controlled passion in his thrusts, each one harder than the last.

“You will make me spend before I even get inside of you.” His lips moved against her neck, the words creating an unbearable tightness between her legs.

He ran his hand down her stomach, stopping at the damp tangle of hair, dipping a finger into her and drawing a ragged breath at what he found.

“You are so wet for me.” He slid a finger inside. “Do you want me in here?” He pushed deeper before pulling out again, his finger dragging across her most sensitive place.

Sarah spread her legs in answer and he stroked, leading her quickly to that place she was beginning to crave.