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The straps of her bra were still around her arms, making it nearly impossible to brace herself, but she never felt like she might fall.

He leaned in over her and placed a kiss against her lips.

Then another against her cheek just by her ear.

“You can always tell me to stop.”

His voice was like a drug. Lulling her body into a languid posture beneath him.

His breath fanned across her neck and then against her upper chest.

Heath placed a kiss against her collarbone and worked his way lower.

She’d imagined something like this.

Imagined what it would be like to be bared to his gaze and held under his heavier body, but the reality made her own imagination pale in comparison.

His lips brushed against her skin.

His breath made every sensation even more intense.

When she finally felt him touch her, it wasn’t his lips that reached her first.

It was his beard.

The trimmed hair at his chin brushed against her nipple and she nearly came apart under him.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized something essential had shifted in her world.

This man.

Her man.

Had changed everything for her.

Every inch of her.

Every little bit of skin along the outside and every beat of her heart inside her chest had suddenly come alive.

Frantically alive.

And when his mouth closed around her nipple, his tongue rasped against the tiny bud at its center.

She arched under him, her eyes opening wide, her hands unable to grasp at him. Instead she gripped her sheets beneath her as he pulled her into his mouth,

“H-heath.”

“Mmmm?”

He didn’t lift his mouth away from her flesh.

The vibrations of his voice made her feel… electric.

“Don’t…”

He froze a moment after she spoke.

“Don’t?”