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"You haven't kissed me yet," she murmured, her hands moving to his shoulders to slide his shirt off.
"Didn't I? I don't remember." Exerting incredible control, he slowly bent his elbows and brushed his lips over Sophie's. Her hands slipped into the back of his pants and started to push them down. "I want to devour you," he murmured against her mouth.
"Do it." At that moment, her hands found him. He crushed his mouth to hers and lunged, almost driving himself deep, as deep into her as he could go. But he stopped himself. He knew she wouldn't be ready. Men could come just watching a woman, but women needed more. Women needed touch.
So he touched her. He pulled back and fell to his side, propped on one elbow. He smoothed the other hand down her neck to her collarbone.
"Parker, I don't want slow and gentle. I want you to devour me." She tried to reach for him.
"Shh." He pushed her hand back to the bed. "Don't worry. I'll devour you." Increasing his pressure, he slid his hand down her chest and covered her breast. She arched. He pinched her nipple and her mouth opened in a gasp. "Harder," she urged, so he squeezed harder, and she moaned. He did it to the other breast and she writhed on the bed.
God, she was hot.