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her skin shrieked with want. The scissors climbed higher on her thigh, deeper along the inside of her leg,
until they whispered over the private hollow where her cutoffs covered her. Darkened with her juices, the
denim was slick and hot. Bram smiled an iniquitous smile and removed the cold blades. She missed the
sharp scrape and the frigid glide instantly. Her knees tightened on his and he shook his head.
 Sometimes, you have to look for just the right place and not go straight for the obvious mark.
Sometimes, you have to& peel the top off so you can get a better view.
The scissors aimed for her breastbone, to where her heart hammered. They opened and took a fast
snip right in the middle of her tank top. The quick snick boomed like a thunderclap, loud even over the
blood drumming in her ears. Razor-sharp edges slid down her front, parting the faded cotton, exposing her
pale peach bra. The raspy glide screamed through her body with a jolt of excitement. Bram jammed the
scissors back in his cup and peeled the fabric open. His hands shook slightly and his pupils were dilated
until only a thin line of crystal blue showed. His thumbs circled the peaked fabric over her tingling nipples.
He retrieved his shears. The watery soda clinging to the blades pooled at the tip for a fragile second
then fell to her stomach, searing with a wet kiss. She held her breath as that lethal-looking metal drew
closer.
 So many layers to get through. Each one reveals a better idea of how to proceed. Do I cut here? The
icy scissors grazed the upper curve of her left breast.  Would it be better to start here? A slow move
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dragged the spiky tip along her bra edge to the very center point then climbed higher, over the right breast.
 Maybe over here would give me better access. Which one is best?
Oxygen, she needed to breathe. Her chest rose with her inhale but the blades never pressed harder
than a frosty flick. She jumped when her bra snapped open, unaware he d clipped the band between her
breasts until the material sprang apart.
His throat rose with a harsh swallow.  So fucking beautiful.
The cold press of the window against the sharp blinds bit into her shoulders and the heat in his gaze
whipped through her, fanning the flames on her simmering need. The ache between her legs increased
when the scissors traced from her breastbone to her pebbled crest. The access lights glinted off the keen
edge as it circled her darkening areola. With just the very tip, Bram coaxed it to a tighter peak. A whimper
passed her lips and his gaze leapt to her face.
An appeal for him to hurry parted her lips but never escaped as the scissors slid over the bottom
curve, tracing the heaviness of her swollen breast. Goose bumps erupted that had nothing to do with the
cooling metal and everything to do with the sear of its path. A jagged edge of need scored her as it trekked
down her stomach to dip into her navel. It sank lower and her whimper came again.
Bram s voice was thick with lust and husky with restrained need.  Once the top is exposed, then you
can see exactly where to go, where to make that final cut.
 Please. Her plea was a hiss, a prayer.
The now-warm point slid across her zipper, scraping with a ratcheting grind that stretched her
quivering nerves. The second she thought she would go crazy, the biting tips glided along her soaked-
through cutoffs and stopped dead center over her throbbing clit. A dry gulp worked her throat as she sucked
in great gasping breaths. She was ready to explode and he hadn t even touched her yet. His words trickled
through her sexual fog and ignited a deep carnal arousal.
 Now is where finesse comes in. You must be very sure you want to make that final slice, open that
last barrier.
 Yes. Her voice was whiskey-raw with need and that one word inched the corner of his lip higher.
She gripped the hard metal seat and fought the urge to thrust upward, to beg him to rip the damn shorts off
and fuck her right now.
One firm finger slid under her shorts, into the heated pool of her melting flesh. The rasp of the blades
parting drew her muscles taut. The world disappeared until there was nothing except her aching cleft and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]