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her clit, he swallowed her soft cry with a hard kiss.
    Goal firm in his mind, he slid the condom on and pressed her back. “I don’t know if I can be gentle, sweetheart.”
    “Don’t be.” She raked her nails down his back and wrapped her legs around him, giving him all the access he needed to enter in one long, hard thrust. It didn’t matter how wet or ready she’d been; she cried out and bit down on his shoulder. He blessed her for the desire to stay quiet, but the clamp of her inner muscles locking down on him felt so fucking good.
    Pushing up on his hands, he stared down at her, wanting to watch her as he started to move. They rocked together like a perfect dance. Her legs tightened, and she arched up to meet him. He sank deeper with every thrust. He wanted her to orgasm again, but he didn’t think he’d last much longer. His balls tightened unbearably and, with each thrust home, heat spiked in his veins.
    She pulled at his neck and he went to her, diving down to take her mouth. He drove inside one last time then his body dissolved, coming in a torrent, shattering even the minor illusion of his control. Everything blurred, and he rode the tidal wave, helpless. The clamp of her sex on his cock dragged every wild ounce of his orgasm from him.
    “Charlie,” she whispered, shuddering, and he collapsed. It was his turn to shake. Shivering with the release and closing his eyes, he buried his face against her neck.

 
     
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    Jana didn’t know how long they lay there, wrapped together. In her experience, guys passed out after good sex—hell, even after okay sex—but mind-shattering, earth-rending sex? Thinking maybe Charlie had drifted off, she didn’t protest the weight of him. Everything about him was hard, from his muscles, to the way he held her to the way he kissed, but she enjoyed the feel of him, the taste of him, and….
    Lord knows my body enjoyed it .
    He pressed his lips to her neck, and a delicious shiver raced across her skin.
    “You’re awake.” Surprise filtered through her.
    Amusement softened his expression when he lifted his head. “It would be terribly rude to fall asleep and crush you.”
    She chuckled, and his face tightened as she clenched around his softening cock.
    “That—” His ragged exhale, the way his eyes darkened and the muscles in his jaw flexed, pleased her on a distinctly feminine level. “Is evil.”
    Amusement curled through her pleasure, and he let out a hissing breath, surprising her further when he bent to kiss her. Her amusement evaporated under the slow, sensual assault. When he lifted his head, she sighed. The taste of him lingered on her tongue and her lips tingled. Hell, every part of her tingled.
    “Are you okay?” He rested his forehead to hers, every glorious inch of his body blanketing her.
    “Mmm-hmmm.” Strangely enough, she was. More than okay, actually. She felt loose, like Marley’s ghost suddenly freed of all his chains.
    “You sure?” Trouble lurked in his eyes, and she leaned up to caress his jaw with another kiss and worked her way to the corner of his mouth.
    “Yes. Don’t regret this, please.” It came out both a plea and a demand. No, she hadn’t come to the base intending to seduce him. How could she? But she didn’t regret it and she wouldn’t in the morning. She didn’t want him to, either.
    “I don’t—or didn’t—want to take advantage of you.” Consternation deepened the groove between his brows, the lines seeming permanently etched, deep and thoughtful. How she longed to erase them, smooth them away, and let him relax.
    “I think it was quite the other way around,” she told him, primly. “I invited you to stay—not once, not twice, but three times—and, as I recall, you warned me what would happen if you stayed. I told you to. So, by those terms, I took advantage of you.”
    “I’m a grown man.” He obviously objected to her characterizing him as the one being taken advantage of.
    “And