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coated with her juices probing her mouth. Lane
    was overcome with a desire to feel those full lips around his cock, to slide it into the heat of her mouth.
    His hand coasted over her body, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples
    before sliding over the smooth skin of her tummy and finding her wet heat again.
    “I think one of us is overdressed,” she gasped, tearing her mouth away. “And
    there’s room on this bed for both of us.”
    Lane chuckled softly. “If I’d taken my pants off too soon it would all be over but the
    shouting.”
    “I’m ready to shout, cara mio ,” she whispered. She reached a hand to his face and traced the line of his lips with one finger. “Right now.”

    If he didn’t get naked soon Isabella was afraid she’d leap off the bed and rip his
    clothes off herself. He was the most attentive lover she’d had in ages, concentrating on her pleasure first rather than his own. But now she needed to feel his skin against hers.
    To touch him everywhere. To wrap her fingers around the cock pressing so urgently
    against his fly.
    The smile he gave her was teasing but hungry.
    “Getting impatient, are you?”
    “Impatient for a lot more.” She shifted her body on the bed, opening her legs to
    tease him with the sight of her drenched pussy. Tiny little shivers still skated over her skin and the throbbing inside her pussy that the release had momentarily stilled was
    back in force, vibrating through her body.
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    Her eyes locked with his as he stood up and pulled off his shirt. She was sure she
    drooled at the sight of that hard-muscled chest dusted with dark hair, the sculpted
    definition of the muscles in his arms and shoulders. In the fading light that filtered in through the open balcony doors the lines of his masculine face were in sharp relief. The whole picture made Isabella squeeze her thighs together against the pounding of the
    pulse in her cunt. Incredibly, the orgasm had only whetted her appetite for more. Much
    more.
    When he unfastened his slacks and stepped out of them along with his boxer briefs
    she thought she might swallow her tongue. His cock was absolutely magnificent,
    springing forward from the dense thatch of curls surrounding it, the sac with his
    testicles hanging heavy beneath it against his thighs. God, the man was absolutely
    beautiful. And every inch of him radiated sex.
    She wet her lips. “Come here, Lane.” She held out a hand to him.
    He paused to bend and retrieve something from his wallet—a condom, of course—
    before climbing onto the bed next to her.
    “ Bella mia ,” he crooned, one hand cupping a breast as he kissed her forehead, her cheeks, the line of her neck. He nibbled the lobe of her ear and licked the soft place
    behind it, the one that sent such shivers racing through her and heated her blood.
    Isabella slipped a hand between their bodies to find the hot length of his cock and
    wrapped her fingers around it, stroking the velvet skin over the hard steel. It flexed in her hand and when she circled the tip of a finger over the head she felt the thick drop of liquid beading at the slit. Boldly she rubbed it with her finger, then lifted that finger to her mouth and sucked it languidly.
    “Jesus, Bella,” Lane hissed. “Have mercy on a man.” He clamped his hand around
    her wrists, stilling its motion.
    “But I want to,” she told him, even as he continued to place kisses at strategic
    places. “I want to make you feel good, too.”
    “Oh, let me tell you, I feel better than good.”
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    Still he moved her hand and bent his head to take a nipple in his mouth, pulling on
    it with his lips and biting it lightly. His hand continued to mold her breast as he tugged and nipped. She moved restlessly, wanting more, wanting to feel every inch of him
    against her. She wove her fingers into his thick hair, arching her breasts up to his
    mouth, rubbing herself against the thickness of his cock and the