She shook her head as she unbuttoned his shirt. “Hush. I’ll take care of everything. You’re going to have only one problem after I get through with you. Your first time will be so incredible every woman after me is going to disappoint you.” Running her tongue over her upper lip, she delighted in the rock-hard chest under her exploring fingers. “Damn, lover boy, how could you have escaped a woman’s clutches until now?”

His gaze lingered on her breasts as he tentatively reached under her t-shirt and lifted it over her head. “I didn’t escape. I got permission.”

Pausing, she tilted her head at him in question, but when he didn’t offer an explanation, she tossed her unspoken question aside. Sex first. Questions later. “You, dude, are one strange man. Fortunately for you, however, I like strange men. As long they’re strange and hot.”

His attempt to speak was muffled as her mouth slammed onto his. Sliding her tongue inside his mouth, she traced the sides of his mouth, toying with his tongue as she drew in his tastes. At first, his inexperience showed in his lack of response, but he soon picked up on the lesson, bringing her tongue into his mouth. He moaned, an eager sound, flaring the fire within her into a roaring blaze.

Unzipping each other’s jeans, she allowed him to slide hers off her hips to rest underneath her butt as she wiggled to help him. Her bra soon fell to the floor and she heard him gasp as he took in her full breasts.

“Well?” She cupped her breasts and bobbed them up and down. “Do these meet with your approval? Are they as good as any others you’ve seen?”

The man almost drooled as he stared at her. “I haven’t seen any others.”

“You’re kidding me. Look, I know you’re a virgin, but surely you’ve seen boobs before.” She stopped and stared at him. “Now I know you’re razzing me. You’d have to have seen dozens simply from watching television and movies.”

He watched her breasts jiggle as his hands covered her tits. “Sorry. Never have. I’ve never watched those things. Which means I’ve never seen any, uh, boobs.” He tossed her a hopeful grin. “Are there really dozens on television? Do they all look like yours?”

She rested her hands on his chest, trying to ignore the voice in her head. This man is seriously weird. “Where the hell have you been? Did you grow up in some third world country or something? Were you raised in a monastery?” Please explain this. Tell me you were raised by wolves. Anything I can believe. Anything to counteract the psycho factor.

“I’ve been in Heaven, waiting for my training. You see, I died when I was a baby and—"