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nuzzled her neck, letting his tongue run over the pulse that throbbed.
    “Later. I need to be inside you.” Which made him remember exactly what he didn’t have on him. “Damn. I’ve got bad news, sweetheart.”
    “I have one,” she said, and managed to wiggle out from under him so she could lean over to yank open the bedside drawer. She pulled out a box of condoms.
    “Need one of these?”
    “Uh. Yeah, actually.” She was awfully prepared for someone who didn’t do this often.
    “You don’t bring condoms when you go jogging?” she teased, still breathless and flushed. “They’re my friend’s. We’re sharing the hotel room. She came equipped.”
    Hmm. A roommate? He reached out to stroke her nipple, still stiff from her orgasm.
    “Is this roommate coming back tonight?”
    “No.” Melanie tore open a single packet, pulled out the condom and handed it to him. “I’m not so good at this part, I’ll let you handle it.”
    Her honesty had him laughing with genuine amusement as he quickly put it on. While he did so, she reached out to trace a nail down his chest.
    “You have a very sexy body, doc. Is that why you run with your shirt off?”
    “I run with my shirt off because it gets damn hot.”
    He laughed, but broke off on a groan as she kissed the center of his chest. Then her tongue did a sweep of his nipple and he couldn’t control the shudder that ripped through him. She must have realized that it was a sensitive spot, because she licked his nipple again, and then pulled it between her teeth and bit it with just enough pressure to tease, but not hurt.
    “Ah, so you like that?”
    “Melanie...”
    “I think you do.” She giggled and repeated the same torturous process to his other nipple.
    He had to have her. Now. With a firm hand on her shoulder, he pushed her onto her back.
    Melanie’s smile was pure seduction as she stared up at him with hooded eyes. There was something else there, though, in her gaze. There was...trust. The sudden connection he felt with her surprised him enough to pause for a moment. Usually sex was nothing more than a release for him. Sex and then it was back to the books. Back to work. It was never like this, desperate and intense. And strangely, and wonderfully, fun.
    “Asher?” Her eyes widened, as if she thought he was going to change his mind.
    Nothing—unless she asked him—could have persuaded him to stop at this point. He had to have her. It went beyond the physical need. He needed to be inside her, to join their bodies and take that last step.
    “Is your ankle going to be okay?” It was better to turn on the clinical side of his brain, rather than share his true thoughts.
    “My ankle is the last thing on my mind right now. It’s fine.”
    Her breasts were swollen, her nipples hard. Her thighs were parted and the smooth, moist flesh between her legs was a beacon for him to slide his cock home.
    “Melanie,” he muttered, somewhat in awe. “You blow my mind.”
    She flushed, but murmured, “Likewise.”
    He gave a slow smile as he lowered himself onto her, bracing one arm beside her head so she wouldn’t have to take all of his weight. With his other hand, he guided his cock between her legs to the entrance of her body.
    He looked down, had to see if that trust was still in her pretty blue eyes. To see if it had maybe been his imagination. But it was still there. That look that said he could do anything he wanted and she would let him. He must have waited too long, because she gave an impatient groan.
    “Asher?”
    “I’m here, sweetheart.” Unable to wait any longer, he pushed slow and easy into her.
    God, it’d been too long. She felt amazing. So hot. Wet. Tight. Her body suddenly tensed, and he wondered if it had been awhile for her too.
    Her eyes closed, her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she lifted her hips to bring him deeper.
    He sank in, until he was all the way ensconced in her body. He gave her a moment to adjust to him, waited for