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Flash Point 3/3

***Kate***

"Clementine!" Byron backed into a kneeling position, extracting his ear from Kate's teeth.

She sat up with her hands still in his boxers. "Did I go too hard?"

"Not too hard, just overwhelming. I'm sensitive there."

"Boys usually are." Grinning, she curled her fingertips along the underside of his cock.

He shifted his hips. "I meant my ear, but that feels really good."

She tugged at his waistband. "Get out of these and it'll feel even better."

"I want to do something for you first." He pulled her hands away and kissed her wrists.

"You did. Now I want to do something to you."

He took the rescue knife from the night stand. "You sure you can't wait a little longer?"

Kate whimpered. I want! But you'll think I'm a selfish lover-

"Relax." Byron lowered her onto her back, laying kisses on her throat and chest.

Well, if you insist.

"I insist. When you feel good, I do too. See?" He pressed the knife's plastic grip between her legs.

"Ah!" She raised her hips.

Higher.

He repositioned the knife. Even through the fabric of her panties, the pressure on her clitoris was almost painful. Almost.

Harder. There!

Byron shook his head. "You'd think centered would be best, but you're more sensitive on the upper left."

What?

He demonstrated.

Kate's breaths quickened. "How-could you-possibly-know that?"

"Body language, I think?" He shrugged; the motion sent pleasure rippling through her body. His free hand cupped her breast and teased her nipple. "You're very expressive. I love touching you."

Then don't stop. Her legs tightened. My calves are going to kill me later. Don't stop.

He took the knife away.

"Why'd you stop?" Kate demanded. The pleasurable tension fled her muscles.

"Sorry, were you enjoying that?"

She stuck out her tongue at him. "You know I was! Now stop teasing me and-"

The knife clicked open.

Oh. The tension returned.

"I might have missed some of your burns before. I better take a closer look." Byron rested the knife's blunted tip on her sternum and traced down her abdomen to the waistband of her panties.

Kate bit her lip. "That'd be best."

He pressed the side of the blade into her thigh, giving her goosebumps, and slid the tip beneath her waistband. She gasped. The fabric pulled taut and released. He discarded her panties and the knife and lay on his stomach facing her.

He buried his face between her legs. In Kate's experience, men viewed giving head as a grim chore or a sacred calling. Byron offered a third perspective, that of a man lost in the desert who stumbled upon an oasis. He pleasured her joyously and desperately.

She death-gripped her sheets. God, even your tongue is muscular.

"Thank you," he mumbled. He swirled his tongue around her clit. Kate's legs, her entire body, tightened. He hooked his arms under her hips, lifting off the bed and massaging her butt. She wound his hair around her fingers and thrust her hips towards his mouth. Her thighs tensed.