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“You’re doing great,” he purred as a finger dipped into her wetness. “And you smell like a bakery, early in the morning, when the heat wafts out into the cold, dark air.”

A giggle escaped. Of course, she smelled like food to him.

“Hey.” He tugged at the hair over her mound. “No laughter. I’m being poetic here.”

“You’re being hungry there,” she corrected.

“Now we’re talking. Once you’re done telling me all about that night, I’ll have to get myself a snack. I bet you’re delicious. My mouth is watering just breathing you in.” He paused with his gentle teasing. “I don’t hear you talking.”

Head spinning, Sarah tried to concentrate on what she was telling him. “You held my hand as we walked along the South Bank. And then you spotted a roller disco and talked me into it. We skated and danced in the darkness. The music so loud we could barely hear ourselves think. That’s when the touching became more sensual. We held each other as we danced, caressed as we moved. It felt like the beginnings of making love.”

“Did I kiss you?” A fingertip started a gentle massage of her painfully aroused clit.

Heaven.

She was drifting on a cloud of pure, delicious sensation.

“Yes.” She was breathless from need. “Soft, teasing kisses.”

“Did my hands wander?” His rhythmic touch was driving her wild.

“Not to anywhere X-rated. You touched everywhere else though, leaving sparks behind.”

“I bet I was so hard, I ached. Did you notice?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “I wanted to rub myself against you right there at the rink.”

“What happened next?” His finger kept up the painfully slow circles on her clit. Just enough of a touch to drive her out of her mind, but not enough to send her over into oblivion.

“We made it back to my place, with a lot of touching and kissing along the way.”

“Did I jump you as soon as we were inside your house?”

“No, I jumped you.” She let out a long sigh as she wriggled against him. “More, Ryan, please,” she begged.

“Shh, we’re just getting to the good part. Be patient, baby, you’ll get there. How did you jump me?”

“I didn’t even pretend to be sociable or polite. I just took your hand and dragged you straight upstairs to the bedroom, where I pressed you up against the wall and slid my hands under your shirt and over your abs. I kissed and licked and sucked every exposed piece of skin that I could reach while I pushed your shirt over your head.”

“Fuck, I like that.” His touch lost its rhythm for a second, but when it started again, the pressure increased.

It was glorious.

Sarah was lost between worlds now. Caught in the sensations he made her body feel, there in the darkness of the cavern, while her mind replayed every single touch from their night together.

“Our mouths met. Hot, heavy kisses that were almost violently desperate. I was losing myself, but you could still think and you took over.”

“What did I do?” He sounded almost as breathless as she felt.

Her fingers curled into his shoulder, absorbing his strength, wanting to rub against it and roll in it until she was high from the feel of him.

His hand suddenly withdrew from her panties.

“No,” she wailed.

“No talking, no touching.” He sounded like the declaration caused him pain.

His breath was warm against her stomach, his facial hair a new sensation against her skin.