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He touched her breast, circled the crest gently with one long finger, and then bent his head to take the darkened bit of flesh into his mouth. She jerked beneath him and whimpered. “What is it?” he asked, fearful he’d hurt her.
“Don’t…”
“Don’t what, sweetheart?” He bent closer again and kissed her lips with tenderness as his goal. Whatever his brother had done to her, apparently she hadn’t enjoyed having her breasts touched, and a surge of anger swelled within him. “I’m sorry, Loris. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I only wanted to kiss you, snuggle a little.”
“You didn’t hurt me, Connor. I just thought…” And again she halted, her words fading into silence.
He cupped her breasts in his palms and held them close together, then bent to draw a line with his tongue down the crevice he’d brought into being. She shivered and he felt an easing of her tension. Her hand moved to his neck, then slid through the darkness of his hair, holding him in place.
“You like that?” he asked softly, blowing on the dampness his tongue had left behind.
“Yes.” A single word, but it carried a meaning he relished. She would come to him eagerly, when the time came. Until then, he’d leave her untouched. For Connor Webster was an honorable man, and if he’d done this to her in the big bed upstairs, he wouldn’t have been able to stop until her tender body belonged to him.
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