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four-letter ones.
          His fingers combed my hair before his hand rested on the back of my head, holding me close, and this time his tongue parted my lips, teasing the corner of my mouth before forcing itself in. Just as he drew back I caught his tongue between my lips and sucked it, letting him pull away at his own speed, but still sucking gently.
          "Jesus. If I'd known you kissed like that I would have done it a hell of a lot sooner." Again his tongue ran over my lips, tickled the corner of my mouth and a ripple of pleasure ran through me. I loved the way he kissed as much as he loved the way I did.
          My fingers ran over the stubble of his jaw and my heart skipped a beat; men with five o'clock shadows, stubble, close-clipped goatees or any form of light facial hair turned my knees to jelly, especially when they oozed testosterone from every pore as Leo did.
          I traced a line along his cheekbone as we kissed, followed the dip in his facial contours, the hollowing of his cheek, as his kisses became more insistent, his tongue searched deeper.
          I went for a button on his shirt, the first which was still done up as he'd left one or two open. I was surprised I managed to get any undone at all, my fingers shook so badly, but got there in the end. He lay on his side and allowed it. Stared. Unsettled me with such intensity.
          "You don't like me staring, do you? Why don't you like it?"
          "Because you're looking at me like the big bad wolf."
          He grinned, showing two rows of gleaming white teeth.
          "Like you want to eat me."
          "Oh baby, you have no idea."
          I tugged one sleeve of his shirt off; he let me, with no struggle or resistance. "You have a tattoo?" A tattoo, welldefined biceps and a bad attitude. Leo had it all.
          "I have tattoos."
          "Where?"
          "You'll have to find 'em."
          I traced my finger across the barbed wire band encircling his upper right arm. "Did it hurt?"
          "People always ask that."
          "The difference is I hope it did."
          He laughed. "You really are something else. Usually folks ask if it hurt 'cause they're interested in getting inked themselves."
          "Maybe one day. I just like tattooed men is all. Shows they can take the pain."
          "I can take pain all right. But that one wasn't too bad. It's only a small thing and I was used to it by then. This one fucking hurt though." He moved onto his back, shuffled out of the rest of his shirt and dropped it on the floor, leaving himself bare-chested. "It was the first one I had done."
          "Jesus, you don't do things by halves, do you?" An upper sleeve tattoo covered his left arm from shoulder nearly to elbow; intricately woven crosses, daggers, hearts and drops of blood against a shield background.
          "Took fuckin' hours."
          "And must have hurt."
          "Yeah, it did, but you get high on the pain. So I went back and got more."
          "Show me."
          "You expect me to turn my back on you?"
          "I won't do anything." As we still lay down, I on my side, I was only able to comfortably raise one arm, show one innocent palm. "Promise. I'm just trying to examine you for signs of body art."
          "If I said I had a tattoo on my cock, how closely would you examine that?"
          "Inch by inch. And very slowly."
          "How about with your mouth?"
          I slapped his torso, playfully.
          "I'd better turn over now before the sight of you halfnaked makes it far too hard for me to lie on my front."
          "I assume you mean difficult?" I asked as he rolled onto his stomach. His shoulder blades moved as he laid his head on his hands, rippling the string of barbed wire etched between his shoulder blades. I stroked my hand over it, the heat from his skin burning