<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0000">It was like he was reading her mind, reading her need for more skin between them. His hands slowly pulled her apron off, then slowly unbuttoned her shirt. He was purposefully being slow, letting the anticipation build up, as well at the heat and the candy. He knew how to work a woman, and he knew that she would beg for him to go faster soon. He always gave them what they wanted. His lips found hers again, kissing her more feverishly.</span>