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trailing his fingertips down her skin until he reached the juncture of her thighs. He nudged her legs and she moved them apart a little, granting him enough room to stroke his fingers along her folds . Damn. She was wet. Soaked. For him. The thought drove his need even higher. And those soft, breathy moans she was making? Jesus . He’d hear those in his fantasies for years to come. He slipped a finger inside her, then a second one, finding her channel hot and tight. She’d fit him like a glove. He could hardly wait to replace his fingers with his cock. Not yet. Soon. He had other plans for her first.
    He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers, trying to catch his breath. This woman was going to be the death of him.
    Brian kissed his way down her body, spread her legs apart, and brought his mouth to her sex. Separating her lips with his fingers, he licked and sucked until she was writhing underneath him. The honeyed taste of her would be forever imprinted in his mind.
    She gripped his hair, twisting her fingers in the strands and digging her nails into the skin. The pleasure and pain of it fueled his lust. The frenzied movements of her body told him she was close. She let go of his hair and grabbed handfuls of the comforter, twining the material in her fingers, but a second later, her hands were back on his head again, holding him against her.
    Her back arched, her lips parted as she moaned long and loud. It wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge, and right now, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted to see more. Andrea Ray losing control. With him. Because of him. He sucked her clit into his mouth and she screamed when she came. He continued to work her with his lips and tongue, reveling in her tremors as she started to come back down.
    Pressing a final kiss to her folds, he dislodged her hands from his hair and pushed himself off the bed. His scalp burned where she’d dug her nails in and tugged at his hair. His whole body shook. Never in his life had he been so close to coming, so desperate to get inside a woman. He could barely think, could barely breathe. If she expected slow, gentle lovemaking, she wasn’t going to get it tonight. He managed to undress with trembling fingers and returned to the bed, kneeling between her parted legs. He dropped his hands to the mattress on either side of her and kissed the side of her neck.
    â€œCondoms, Andrea.” His voice sounded harsh, grating, and he considered himself lucky that he’d been able to speak at all.
    â€œWhat?” She blinked up at him, confusion knitting her brows together.
    â€œCondoms. Do you have any?” He hoped like hell she did, because he was unprepared. Stopping was the last thing on his mind. Every instinct told him to plow ahead and claim what always should have been his.
    â€œOh. Yeah.” She nodded, her eyes still glazed with lust. “Um, there’s a box in the nightstand drawer.”
    â€œAwesome.” He moved to the nightstand and slid the drawer open. Relief flooded him when he saw there was, in fact, a box. It hadn’t even been opened.
    In his condition, accomplishing that task would be no easy matter. After a harrowing few minutes of struggling to break into the side of the cardboard, then fumbling with a condom packet, he managed to sheath himself and join her on the bed again.
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    Andrea stared up at Brian, still unable to believe they were actually going to do this. That she’d been the one to ask him to stay. It wasn’t like her to be so bold when it came to men and sex. Not that she didn’t enjoy sex. She did, on occasion. It had just never been a great driving force in her life.
    It wasn’t like her to want to sleep with a man she considered her best friend, either.
    She pushed the unsettling thought away, too needy to care at the moment. It had been far too long and the wine had loosened her inhibitions enough to prod her to ask for