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directly onto her, sliding his tongue into her moist flesh. She immediately responded, bucking her hips and nearly pushing him past the point of no return.
    He reared back, standing, lifting her thighs off the bed, shaping her to him. “Are you ready?”
    She clawed the bed covers, trying to shift her hips closer, making him butt against her pussy with the blunt head of his dick.
    She mewled.
    He would take that as a yes.
    Fuck. He pushed inside her with one sure thrust. Christ, that felt fucking unbelievable. He retracted and shoved into her again. She screamed, reaching for him, trying to get a grip, but he held her so all she could do was take him deeper. He rammed into her again.
    She bucked. “So. Good.”
    Her words were disjointed, her breasts rising with her rapid breath, her body shuddering each time he moved into her.
    Three more thrusts in rapid succession. He’d forgotten the extreme pleasure of sex, maybe because it had been so long. Or maybe it had never been this good.
    Her muscles tugged against him, pulling, milking, taking him into a world where only pleasure existed. Her breasts jiggled, but he resisted their temptation and focused on her mouth. As he leaned over to kiss her, the only contact they shared was between their legs, and now their mouths. She sucked a groan out of him, pulling his tongue past her lips, mirroring their movements.
    Several more thrusts of his cock and he was coming home.
    He dragged his mouth to her ear.
    “I’m taking you with me, babe,” he murmured.
    Pulling back and flipping her onto her stomach, he drew her buttocks back into his hands, squeezing them before watching himself enter her from behind. He was coming before he fully penetrated her. She screamed, slamming back onto his cock, catapulting off her forearms, arching, shuddering. He caught her breasts, holding her while she rode out her orgasm on top of his.
    And he was spent. He wrapped his arms around her, leaned her back against his torso, and nuzzled her neck. Sweat heated their skin.
    “Now that,” she said, out of breath, “was A-list sex.”

Chapter Five

    She’d slept with Cady Hewes. Most of the women in America would be jealous. Jane opened her eyes to the early morning Guatemalan sunshine filtering through the shades of his bedroom window. He cradled her shoulder with the warm length of his arm, her chin tucked at the side of his chest. The sprinkling of dark hair tickled her cheek and she darted a soft kiss onto the skin beneath.
    He stirred, but she didn’t want him awake yet. Stretching her legs beneath the light sheet, she tested her muscles. Every inch of her body felt supple and well-used. Last night had been amazing, carnal in intensity. Something about the exotic location, the journey, or the craziness of the past two weeks had awakened a sensuous side of her she hadn’t known existed. The way he had touched her... The memory turned her on. Her heart felt extra-large, as if more of a connection had been formed in their coming together.
    Afterward, exhausted, they’d fallen into bed and slept for hours. She longed to trail her hand down his abdomen, to linger over each curve and hard plane. Yet part of her was afraid to see his eyes open.
    What if he turned out to be like an average guy, dismissive in the morning? Jane didn’t think she could bear to take the walk of shame. She really liked him, and was happy just to be near him. She had to be careful, or she would fall for him. Hard. He was a man to love, and the thought scared the hell out of her.
    Danger, danger, Jane.
    God, she needed caffeine.
    Slipping away and over him, she managed to find her jeans and shirt, sparing a glance at his minimalist bedroom—wood and whitewash, functional and bare. For someone who must’ve made millions in his youth, he lived with just the basics. She smiled, liking what that told her about him, making her think of something her mother had always said.
    Resources, Jane. Find a man with resources.
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