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them.” She arched into him and threw her head back.
    “Glorious. Fucking glorious. And so fucking sensitive.” He rolled and tugged her nipples. She writhed on him, pressed her butt into his groin, and then reached behind to cup his balls through the rough fabric of his jeans.
    He propped one sneaker-clad foot on the sheepskin, scooped her into his arms, stood, and started to march out of the room. “Bedroom. Condoms.”
    “Yes. Yes.” She kissed his chin, his temple, and when she tongue-traced the whorls of his ear, his breathing went raspy. Good. She wanted to turn him on as much as he did her. To have him hot, bothered, and on fire. She went to town on his ear, bit the lobe, soothed and suckled his flesh, and feathered kisses down his neck.
    He smelled of soap and the sea. She loved the slight burn of the stubble on his jaw and worried the corner of his mouth.
    His fingers worked her nipple while he stomped up the stairs.
    Her vision went blurred when he sprinted over the landing, jogged down a hallway, and turned on a dime into a large, shadowed room. He walked to an enormous, canopied bed, and placed her in the middle of the mattress.
    When he whipped his sweater off, she licked her lips at the broad expanse of his delicious chest. Dazed and beguiled by the way his muscles rippled when he unbuckled his belt, she held her breath, and waited for the brass zipper to slowly ride down.
    “Fuck. Shoes.” He shot her a wry glance. “You’re turning my mind to mush, woman.”
    She preened, glanced down at her half-undressed body, and skimmed the little black dress off, tossing the stretchy fabric with one pointed foot. When she looked up, there he was in all his warrior glory kneeling naked on the bed right by her side. Black curls tousled, onyx eyes lasered onto her, he had a condom in his hand. “I can’t believe you’ve been naked from the start.”
    She cupped his face. “I want you.”
    “I want you too.”
    “Now. Now.” She spread her legs wide, helped him roll on the condom, and he positioned himself at her core.
    “I don’t want to hurt you.” His teeth were bared in a snarl, sweat beaded his brow, and he wore an expression of absolute agony.
    “You won’t.” She wrapped her legs around his back and thrust her hips up. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.”
    His cock was thick and long and stretched her pussy to bursting. She shifted to try and accommodate his girth, and his dick hit a sweet spot that had her vaginal walls clenching.
    He reached down between their joined bodies and tweaked her clit.
    Never had a climax been so mind-blowing. The contractions came harder and faster when he hammered into her. Just when she thought no more, no more, nooo more , he pounded her G-spot. She exploded in another white-hot earth-shattering orgasm.
    She clung to his sweaty arms when he drove into her one final time and grunted.
    He collapsed on top of her and immediately half-rose onto his forearms.
    “Lie on me.”
    “Too heavy.” He kissed her cheek.
    “Please. Just for a few moments.” She slid her arms around his waist and caressed his taut muscles. Her mouth curved in a cat-ate-the-canary grin when her hands couldn’t span his broad, sinewy back, and she blew out a fat, sated-woman sigh.
    He was heavy, no doubt about that, but he felt incredible. She trailed her fingers over the lean, corded ridges that delineated his trim waist.
    A thin film of sweat coated her breasts and his chest. Unable to resist, she sniffed the musk of their fucking and licked a small drop of salty perspiration. This was sex at its best with all the raunchy aromas of semen and pussy cream.
    “Okay. Now you’re getting a little heavy.” She tapped the ridge of his shoulder.
    At once, he lifted his upper torso. The sudden movement seated him deeper inside her and triggered a series of orgasmic aftershocks. She dug her fingers into his biceps and rode the mind-blowing climax to the end.
    She opened her eyes to find him staring at