Warmth flowed through her as she remembered how she'd imagined his hands on her body. She wondered if those mental images somehow showed on her face when heat flared in Brent's eyes.

"What did you think when you looked at my hands?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

"It doesn't matter."

Robin picked up her plate and carried it to the counter. She wouldn't be able to swallow another bite now, not with the knot in her throat.

She sensed Brent behind her before he touched her. He slid his hands up and down her arms. "I think it matters very much."

He pushed aside her hair and kissed the side of her neck. "Did you wonder how those calluses would feel when I touched you?"

Robin locked her knees to keep them from trembling. His warm breath tickled the hair at her temple. "Please don't."

"Why not? You want me as much as I want you."

"I'm not perfect, Brent."

Turning her in his arms, he tilted up her face and gentle kissed her. "Neither am I."

His next kiss was just as gentle, but much more powerful. Brent's mouth moved over hers, his tongue coaxed her lips to part. Robin clutched his waist, then slid her hands up his back. She returned each of his kisses as she learned the shape of his body...the wide shoulders, the broad back, the indentation of his waist, his tight buttocks.

She threw her head back when his mouth coasted over her cheek to the spot beneath her ear that gave her goose bumps. Closing her eyes, she let herself simply feel the pleasure coursing through her body. It had been so long since a man had held her, touched her.

Brent's hands drifted over her lower back beneath her sweater. They slid across her stomach and up to her breasts. Robin arched her back, silently telling him she wanted more. She felt her bra strap tighten, then loosen. A moment later, Brent's warm palms cradled her bare breasts.

"My God, these are incredible," he whispered in her ear.

Robin could do no more than whimper. Brent lifted her breasts, squeezed them, pushed them together. Each tug of her nipples sent a zing directly to her clit. Moisture leaked from her channel to dampen her panties.

She released a squeak of surprise when Brent picked her up and set her on the counter. He whipped her sweater over her head and dropped it on the floor. Her bra went next. Naked from the waist up, she sat still while he looked at her.

"Beautiful." Cradled her breasts in his hands, he bent over and kissed each puckered tip. "I could spend hours sucking your nipples."

Robin could spend hours letting him do that. Her nipples were very sensitive and she loved for a man to play with them. She moaned loudly when Brent drew one into his mouth to suckle.

He rubbed his thumbs over the hard tips. "You like all this attention to your nipples, don't you?"

"Don't talk. Suck."

She grasped his head and directed his mouth back to her breast. He obeyed her command, moving from one nipple to the other while he licked, sucked, bit. Holding one breast while he suckled, he wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her closer to the edge of the counter. He stepped between her legs, using his thighs to push them farther apart. Robin moaned again she she felt the hard ridge of his cock against her pussy. He shifted from side to side, brushing her clit with each movement.

"Come for me." He kissed her long and deeply "I want to feel you come."

She moved with him, pumping her mound against his shaft. The orgasm built so quickly, Robin couldn't hold it back. It broke over her like a wave on the beach, making her tremble. She buried her face in Brent's neck and gripped his waist to keep from dissolving into a puddle on the floor.

Soft kisses fell on her neck and shoulder. "Good one?" Brent asked.

"Definitely." She lifted her head and kissed his mouth. "I'm sorry."

Brent's eyebrows drew together. "Why are you sorry?"

"That was selfish of me. You're still wearing all you clothes."

His frown relaxed and he chuckled. "No complaints from me. I'm happy you came." He kissed her again. "Besides, we aren't even close to finished."

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