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"You don't have to finish that. I have a feeling you aren't
enjoying it as much as I enjoyed mine."
Pulling the plate back toward her, Roxie shook her head.
"No, I'll finish it."
He pulled it away again. "Roxie, I know you're washing it
down with the wine. No need to play the polite guest."
"You made it for me so I'll eat it."
Using more force than was necessary, Roxie grabbed the
edge of the plate and yanked. It slid across the table, fell into
her lap then crashed to the floor. Taking in the mess she had
created, she closed her eyes. The pained expression on her
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face said, why do things like this always happen to me? Bits
of burger were sitting on her lap, the juices slowly soaking
into her jeans. What was left of it was on the floor along with
the now broken plate.
"Sorry, Beowulf. I'll clean that up." Standing, she brushed
the meat off her lap and proceeded to pick up the mess on
the floor.
"Don't worry about the plate. It could happen to anyone.
Sit down and finish your wine. I'll take care of this."
In a matter of minutes, Beowulf had the floor clean. Taking
Roxie by the arm, he brought her to her feet. He could see
she was embarrassed, but that only endeared her more to
him. He traced her lips with the tip of his finger. They
softened beneath his touch. Unable to resist tasting them, he
bent his head toward her. Before his lips touched hers, Roxie
reached up and pushed him away.
"Wait. I don't even know your last name."
"That can easily be remedied. It's Thorsson."
Before she could think of something else to delay their
mating, Beowulf wrapped a hand around the back of her
neck, holding her in place. He brushed his lips against hers.
Roxie sighed. His tongue licked the plump sweetness of her
mouth. Her hands lifted and clutched at the front of his shirt.
Snaking his other arm around her waist, he pulled her up
against him, but it wasn't enough for him. He needed to taste
her. Beowulf swept his tongue inside her mouth. He loved the
taste of her.
Keeping their mouths fused, Beowulf crowded Roxie out
the kitchen door. At the bottom of the stairs, he wrapped one
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of her legs around his waist. "Put your other leg around me."
His voice was gruff with desire.
Roxie did as he said. Cradling her against his chest, he
took the stairs two at a time. He didn't let her down until they
reached his bedroom. He let her go so she could slowly slide
down the length of his body. He sucked her lower lip into his
mouth, tugging at the plump flesh. He pushed up her shirt
until the undersides of her breasts rested on top his hands.
Leaving her mouth, he nipped at her chin with his sharp
teeth. Moving lower, he made a trail of wet kisses down the
side of her throat to the tops of her breasts. Taking hold of
her shirt, he pulled it over her head. Unhooking her bra, he
let it fall to the floor. Beowulf groaned as he lowered his head
and sucked a nipple deep inside his mouth. Roxie laced her
fingers through his hair, holding him to her.
With an arm around her waist, he bent her over it.
Releasing her nipple, he moved to the other, sucking and
swirling his tongue around the tight peak. Roxie made small
mewing sounds as she pressed closer. Beowulf shoved her
jeans off her hips and down. Wanting rid of the offending
garment, Roxie kicked them away.
With a boldness she hadn't shown earlier, Roxie took a
step back. Beowulf tried to pull her back. She smiled and
shook her head. He had seen all of her, and now it seemed
she wanted to see him. Without saying a word, she pulled off
his shirt. She sucked in her breath. His body was muscular
with not an inch of fat anywhere. She trailed her fingers over
his defined pecs, outlining them before running them through
the small amount of dark hair across his chest. Encountering
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his flat male nipples, she circled each one with her finger tip
until they hardened into little nubs. Wanting to explore more
of him, Roxie ran her hands across his abs. They were rippled
with muscle, giving him what was known as a washboard
stomach.
Her lips and mouth joined her hands in exploring Beowulf's
body. Following the same path her hands had taken, Roxie
licked a path across his wide chest. Using the flat of her
tongue, she laved each of his nipples. He took a quick intake
of breath at the feel of her tongue licking him in such a
sensitive place. She tugged on one of the tight buds with her
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