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deep.
    She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist. That was all he needed to lose it. He pumped into her with slow, steady thrusts she met with soft groans that told him he was hitting all the right spots. Lord knew she was doing it for him.
    “Damn, sunshine, you are so fucking wet and hot around me.” He accentuated his words with a deep thrust.
    “Harder,” she said, digging her fingers into his shoulders. “I swear you won’t hurt me.”
    The sting of her fingernails and the plea in her words had him slamming into her hard and fast. All sense of time and place disappeared. The sound of the headboard hitting the wall and the creak of the bed echoed in his ears along with her cries and his own guttural groans.
    He kissed her quickly because he needed to breathe, and his climax was rushing at him fast. “Not coming without you,” he told her, pushing up on his hands and angling his next thrust so he hit a spot that had her screaming out loud.
    “Oh God, that’s it, Dylan. I’m so close.”
    He grunted and slammed into her again, aiming for the same angle as he rolled his pelvis over her sex. Her inner walls gripped him, her nails dug into his skin, and she cried out his name as she came. Her climax around his cock had him swearing and his balls rising and tightening, his own orgasm hitting without warning. Pleasure like he’d never felt before ripped through him, and he kept jerking his hips, gliding into her until he collapsed on top of her.
    He wondered how he was still breathing. Because he’d nearly blacked out from the pure ecstasy he’d found inside her body. Somehow he managed to roll off before he hurt her, shocked when she groaned as he slipped out of her body.
    “God, I think I passed out,” she muttered. “It was that good.”
    He burst out laughing at her description. “Gotta say, it was spectacular.” Beyond, he thought, as he rid himself of the condom, wrapping it in a tissue from her nightstand and putting it aside to dispose of later.
    He pulled her into his arms and waited for his breathing to return to normal. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
    “God no,” she murmured.
    “Okay then.”
    “Okay.”
    She rolled onto her back, and he propped himself up so he could look into her eyes. “Are you leaving?” she asked.
    Hell no, he thought. “You thinking of kicking me out?”
    She pursed her lips as if she were actually considering it, and his damned heart nearly stopped in his chest.
    “I didn’t let you break down my walls so you could eat, sleep, and leave.”
    The wariness was back in her gaze, and he didn’t know if she was more worried that he’d leave … or that he might actually want to stay.
    “I don’t plan on going anywhere.”
    “Okay then.” She nibbled on her lower lip. “Want to shower?”
    He grinned. “You mean, do I want to clean up so we can get all dirty again? You bet.” Without giving her a chance to think again, he rose and pulled her out of bed, letting her lead the way to the bathroom.
    He stared at the slender column of her back and that perfect ass, unable to believe he’d made this much progress. He should have pushed the point much sooner. Because sliding into the warm cushion of her body felt right in more ways than sex felt good. Like she was made to fit around him. It’d been better than he’d imagined, and he’d jerked off to thoughts of her often. But this wasn’t jerking off. It wasn’t just sex. It was something good and well worth the effort he’d had to put into pursuing.

Chapter Four
    O livia’s phone alarm woke her up for work as usual. She fumbled a bit before managing to shut it off, then rolled back, her arm hitting a solid object. Last night came back to her in vivid detail, her body acknowledging every erotic act flashing through her mind.
    Suddenly she was hot and bothered, her body achy and warm. Sex, more sex, a hot shower in which they’d soaped each other up and rinsed each other off, only to indulge in