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her body to relax around him. Then, when she started to moan and wiggle under him, he moved.
    He pulled out a little, only to plunge back into her hot core. He leaned down and ran his tongue over her nipple. She cried out and her body clenched around his cock.
    “Melanie, sweetheart.” He closed his eyes. “If you keep doing that...”
    “This?” She tightened her inner muscles around him again.
    He groaned. The sensation was so intense he almost came. He thrust deeper, increasing his pace. Her fingernails pierced the skin on his shoulder, spurring him to take her harder and faster. He caught her nipple again with his teeth and nibbled and sucked her until she whimpered.
    “I want you to come again.”
    “I can’t.” She gasped, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow. “Please, just don’t stop.”
    He reached down to find her clit, wanting her to fly with him when he came. He leaned down to kiss her again, eager to find her tongue with his. Her moan was guttural in response to his slow touch. Her tongue thrust back against his as her hips lifted to meet each stroke of his cock.
    The harder he thrust into her, the more frantic her moans. He pounded into her at a fierce pace, moving her body on the bed.
    “ Asher .” Her sheath clenched hard around him as she climaxed.
    He pressed so deep into her their bodies melded, became one. He came harder, faster, than he ever had in his life. His name cried from her sweet lips spurred him on, even as her body milking his cock drained every bit he had to give. With one last weakened thrust, he collapsed on top of her, wrapping her in his arms.
    When her breathing had mellowed and her heartbeat had slowed to normal, she kissed his forehead and stroked damp hair from his face.
    “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you, Asher. I haven’t...in so long...I—”
    “Shh.” He raised his head and covered her mouth with his.
    She kissed him back with a fierceness that surprised him, and then she fell back against the pillows, clearly spent.
    He smiled and eased his weight off her to lie beside her. But still, he kept his head nuzzled against her breast, his arms tight around her sweat-slick body. She continued to stroke his hair, and his eyes drifted shut.
    Incredible. She’s so incredible .
    He nuzzled her nipple, admiring again the dusky tip. Her hand stopped its movements and he opened his eyes to look at her face. She’d fallen asleep, a slight smile curling her kiss-swollen lips.
    He could leave. That was pretty much standard for this type of thing, right? A one-night stand. And what else could this possibly be?
    The idea of leaving had his gut clenching and everything inside him screaming in protest. Slowly, he lowered his head back to the pillow of her breast.
    Hell no. Saying goodbye tomorrow was going to suck as it was. He could at least enjoy tonight.
    It was too damn bad she was just another tourist.
     
    The warmth of the sun shinning on the bed woke her. Melanie stirred, pulling the sheet over her bare shoulders as she rolled away from the glare.
    Wait. Why was she naked?
    Her eyes snapped open and she found herself staring into the face of a sleeping man. Asher . The details of last night came rushing back and she felt a slow flush travel over her body.
    Oh God. Last night had been...indescribably intimate. Sexy. Fun. Her gaze traveled over his body in appreciation before it returned to his face. Long, dark eyelashes fanned across his cheek. And his mouth—a mouth that had brought her so much pleasure—was curved in a sensual and unconscious request to be kissed.
    Melanie leaned over him and her hair spilled onto his shoulders as she brushed her lips across his. He gave a grunt of approval as his eyes drifted open. Melanie’s breath caught in her throat at the intensity in his dark gaze.
    “I thought I might have dreamed you.” His sleep-deepened voice rasped over her, making her body tingle.
    “I hope you’re not disappointed,” she murmured,