With painstaking deliberateness, she lowered her arms and slipped her hands beneath his shirt. For a moment he simply stared, disbelieving, as she slid the material upward—then he hastened to shrug free of it. She began planting slow, small kisses across his chest, even as she explored it with her hands. He hissed in a breath as she fondled his nipples—and he nearly imploded when she took his hands and placed them squarely on her breasts. Soft and rounded, they were heavy in his palms. Ever so gently, he squeezed them and thumbed her own nipples erect through the thin material that covered them. Her low, throaty moan was electrifying. Too bad he was in nine kinds of pain. Blue-jeans zippers were all too good at restraining expanding cocks—and his was nearly bent in half at the moment. “Honey,” he managed. “I need to know how far you feel you’d like to go. Because I need to either stop now or get naked.”
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