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“In that case . . .”
    “In my mouth,” he murmured.
    He added a second finger, stretching her and softly caressing her slick passageway as his mouth continued his sensual journey, his tongue driving her to madness.
    She arched upward, seeking more of his mouth, his fingers. So close. She teetered precariously, building, building.
    “Steele.”
    His name slipped out. A plea.
    “Let go, Maren. God, you’re so beautiful. I wish you could see you the way I do right now. Flushed with pleasure. Your eyes glowing. Your skin pink. And you taste so unbelievably sweet.”
    His words sent her right over the edge. Plunging hard and fast. The room blurred and spun dizzyingly around her. Her breaths were coming so hard and fast she was near to hyperventilating.
    “Fucking amazing,” Steele growled from between her legs.
    He licked and sucked, drinking deeply from her, until she was limp underneath him, completely sated. She lifted her hand as he rose over her and palmed his cheek as he came closer.
    He turned his mouth in to her palm, pressing a kiss to the inside of her hand.
    “Good?” he asked.
    “Perfect.”
    She could barely get the one word past her lips. She’d never felt so good in her life. She didn’t have the energy to move a single muscle. Thank goodness he seemed perfectly content to do all the moving for her.
    He slid one hand between her legs, gently parting her thighs as he settled his big body over hers. He fumbled with the condom a minute with one hand while propping himself up off her with the other. Then he planted both hands on either side of her head and lowered his mouth to hers.
    She sucked in a deep breath as his lips hovered temptingly over hers. She nudged her chin upward, impatient to have his mouth on hers.
    She was rewarded when their tongues met in a heated clash. Hot, breathless. His tongue slid enticingly over hers, licking and sucking just as he positioned himself between her legs.
    Her eyes widened when he started to push in. The head stretched her opening, sending streaks of pleasure winging through her limbs.
    She knew he was big. She’d seen him. And she was dying to touch him. Wanted to know how he felt with her fingers wrapped around him. She wanted to know what he tasted like and she wanted to drive him crazy with her tongue, her lips, her mouth . . .
    But nothing prepared her for the way he felt. Hot and hard inside her. Her body stretching to accommodate his width and length. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced.
    “Don’t want to hurt you, Maren, but Jesus, you’re so tight.”
    “It’s been a while for me,” she whispered, despite her earlier resolve not to let him know how long it had been since she’d had sex.
    “Me too,” he whispered back. “Guess we’ll muddle through this together.”
    She laughed. The idea of Steele muddling through sex was hilarious. The man was talented. If this was his idea of rusty, she couldn’t even imagine how he’d be practiced up. Her eyes were already rolling back in her head at the overwhelming pleasure she was experiencing.
    She groaned when he pushed more forcefully into her. He expelled a long breath and she could see his teeth firmly set together. He was battling for control. It was evident in every line of his face.
    Wanting to touch him, she let her hands glide up his muscled arms to his broad shoulders and then up to the thick column of his neck. He closed his eyes and moaned when she caressed him. He twitched inside her and drove deeper.
    He kissed her temple, her cheek, the side of her head, and then he touched his lips to the side of her neck and nibbled at her ear.
    “Beautiful,” he murmured.
    “So are you,” she whispered next to his ear.
    He slid his arms underneath her, gathering her closely against him. Her breasts molded to his hard chest, their bodies entwined, her cradled in his arms. His hips rose as he withdrew and then he drove inward again, his body going flat against hers.
    He held her