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erection. The other she used to cup his balls.
    He threw his head back with a hiss, and she experimentally slid her hand up and down, testing his girth and his length. Both were impressive, yet neither overwhelming. He’d be a good fit inside her.
    “Ah, Christ,” he groaned. “Just like that.”
    For a long moment he stood stock still, letting her explore, feel, play. And then his patience snapped. He picked her up and tossed her on the bed.
    “Carry on like that, Rachel, and it’ll be game over before we even begin.”
    “What, no staying power?” she ragged as he tugged at her zipper and pulled her jeans over her hips.
    “What the devil…?” He stared, dumbstruck, at the lower half of her body.
    He’d found her leggings. “They’re my thermals,” she explained with a grin.
    He shook his head. “You wouldn’t last a second in a Canadian winter.”
    “Then we’re even ’cause you hardly lasted a second in my hand.”
    His eyes gleamed as he pulled off her boots and her knee-length, woolen socks. “Is that a challenge?”
    God, who would have thought disposing of sixteen layers of clothing could be sexy? Yet, with each item he removed, Rachel squirmed more and more on the bed. “You up to a challenge?”
    “Woman, I’ve been up since I saw you in the lobby this afternoon.”
    She eyed his impressive erection. “Hope it feels as good up as it looks.”
    Her thermals vanished, leaving her lying in nothing but panties. “It’ll feel better buried inside you.”
    She shuddered in anticipation. “Now about that challenge…”
    He dipped his hands under the elastic of her panties and slowly rolled them over her hips and down her legs. “You think I can’t last longer than a second?”
    “See, that’s the thing…” It was getting harder and harder to talk and tease. Her nudity left her exposed to his gaze, and his gaze left her smoldering. “…I’d at least like you to try.”
    He gave her a quirky grin. “I’ll see what I can do.”
    She grinned right back, thoroughly enjoying herself. Garreth was fun. He made her smile. When she’d made love to Jackson, neither of them had smiled. The ride had been too intense, too emotional and too shadowed with guilt to be fun.
    Garreth covered her body with his and kissed her. His lips were so seductive, his tongue so alluring, so sensual, desire trickled through her belly like syrup. There was something sinfully erotic about making love to a stranger. No strings, no history, no emotional complexities. No secrets, no failings. And possibly the most important aspect of all: no future.
    They were just two people intent on pleasuring and satisfying each other here and now.
    Garreth tucked his leg between her thighs, using it to grind against her pussy. How he unerringly knew to position his thigh just so, so her clit benefitted from the full attention of his movements, she had no idea. She simply spread her legs and gave his thigh free access.
    He dipped his head to draw a nipple into his mouth. As his lips closed around the supersensitive flesh, cream spilled from her pussy, coating his skin.
    She raked her nails over his back. If this continued much longer, she’d come. On his leg, with her nipple in his mouth.
    “Garreth,” she whispered.
    “Mm hmm,” he mumbled around a mouthful of her breast.
    “I thought you were going to fuck me ’til I passed out.”
    He released her nipple to cup a breast in each hand, pushed them together and ran his tongue from one nipple to other. “And I thought you wanted me to last more than a second.”
    She instinctively arched her back, pushing her chest higher, pleading silently for more. She also ground down against his thigh, seeking relief from the pressure building in her clit. “I want both. Now. ”
    Lord, it was good to live in the now . To not worry about the future or the past.
    He chuckled. “A lady who knows what she wants. I like that.”
    “And I’d like it if you’d replace your leg with your