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intakes of breath made him smile with pleasure. She was so sensitive. So wanton and erotic—when she wasn’t worried about issues of control, of course.
    His hands itched to grab her sweetly rounded hips, jam her down onto him. His mouth craved the smooth, firm heaviness of her breasts. He needed more of her. It would be so easy to place her right where he wanted her.
    He clenched his fists instead.
    Thrust up against her mound.
    Her moan made him close his eyes with pain/pleasure. “Ginnie. Now.” He could no more help the command than he could stop his own heartbeat. He didn’t think he could resist much longer.
    Her hands shook, warm and eager, as she grasped the length of him, moved him slightly.
    This time when he thrust upward, she met him. The tight heat of her made him shout. And she hadn’t even sat all the way down yet.
    He was so concentrated on the sensations that he barely noticed he’d bracketed her waist with his hands. He couldn’t help pulling her down, grinding her most sensitive areas against him.
    He reveled in being fully embedded.
    When he saw how his fingers dented her skin, he let go of her. Would she get all tense again?
    She murmured, “It’s okay.” Beads of perspiration made her face glow, and her parted lips and her cheeks flushed with color and exertion. The smile she gave him was shy, wondering. “You feel so big. So amazing. But please, I want your hands by your sides. Just in case.”
    Didn’t have to tell him what she meant. The difference between the woman who moved on him so sensually and the woman who’d been so fearful of losing control when he touched her was night and day. He much preferred the one seated on him—even though her hot, slick weight and her erotic moves threatened to unman him. He knew he wasn’t supposed to move. Regret suffused him that he couldn’t fill his hands with her breasts. He could imagine the hard pebbles of her nipples against his palms and the sharp intake of breath as he pinched them, caressed them.
    He growled with frustration.
    Then she moved again on him, moaning. Her raw sensuousness carried him to still greater heights, and he found he immediately needed to start calculating the interest rates—of his older, uglier, male clients. As if combating his control, her muscles gripped and stroked, hypnotizing him, making him strain against the inevitable…bank account numbers, divided by the number of sports cars he owned, times the number of floors inside the buildings with his name on them…
    Harry peeked at her. A mistake. Ginnie bounced, her eyes slitted with pleasure. She bent to rub her breasts against him, in what he’d normally interpret as an invitation. She ground down with abandon. Her little cries of pleasure, the slick noises of their bodies and his own heavy breathing was his undoing.
    “Ginnie,” he gritted out. “I’m going to…”
    Her louder cry cut him off. Her rhythm sped up, a tight, almost hurtful grip that turned instantly to an insistent pressure that he knew would result in a world-class orgasm.
    His pleasure reached a peak at the same time hers did.
    As she stiffened around him, he thrust upward, again and again with savage shouts.
    Her hair curtained her face.
    Her movements stilled slowly. She didn’t meet his gaze.
    The hell with it . He reached up to brush her hair back over her shoulders. Gratification filled him at the sight of her parted lips curved in a satisfied smile as she panted. He enjoyed the little tremors from her body from the inside.
    An amazing sense of completeness filled him. Did she feel this same bliss? He’d never experienced anything quite like it.
    She slid from him slowly. Shivers of delight followed the path of her body as she moved over him. She lay close enough to him that he could still feel her heat.
    It seemed the most natural thing in the world to turn, cup her face and kiss her gently.
    “That wasn’t so bad,” she finally said with a very womanly tone of