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"Really, I can't wait a minute." Okay. That time it was her.
    "Sweet." His voice was gruff, the word rumbling up from deep within his throat as though long repressed. And sweeping her up into his arms, he carried her to her bed without so much as a nod to civility or a by-your-leave, which suited her just fine because she didn't want him to say another word.
    Not one.
    She just wanted to
feel
him—
instantly
! Sooner if possible.
    He seemed to understand, or maybe he never talked during sex—a circumstance she might investigate later—as in
after
her orgasm.
    Which wasn't in question at the moment.
    In fact, if he didn't hurry, she'd have it without him.
    But he seemed to understand what "I can't wait," meant and was already kicking off his shoes as he lowered her to the bed. His shorts and boxers were discarded a second later, and when he looked up, she was staring.
    "Wow." It was a little breathy, eyes-wide-open whisper.
    A flash of a grin acknowledged her utterance. "You weren't the only one waiting," he said, huskily, stripping off her sweats and panties, tossing them aside, and settling between her legs a second later in a supple flow of well-honed muscle.
    Resting for an infinitesimal moment, his erection nudging her cleft, he held her gaze. He just wanted to be sure everyone knew what they were doing.
    "Now," she breathed, "or I'm going to go on without—" Her high-pitched cry exploded into the night air as he plunged into her hot, dewy sleekness, accommodating her and, more selfishly, himself.
    Buried to the hilt in the sweetest of cunts, his fantasy of the day now blissful reality, he flexed his legs and forced himself in to the very stopped-in-one's-tracks end.
    Shutting his eyes against the high-pressure jolt walloping his pleasure centers, he choked back a gasp.
    Sinking her fingernails into his shoulders, she suddenly went still beneath him and wondered why she'd ever thought about refusing him when they fit like the quintessential ying and yang of carnal pleasure.
    He moved.
    Shattering the perfection. "No, don't," she wailed.
    "Look… look," he whispered, gripping her hips, pulling her closer still. "How's that?"
    But she wasn't capable of answering. Her brain was exploding.
    He smiled and hit his marks after that without any complaints.
    They moved together in an absolute, zen-perfect rhythm, her little panting cries warming his throat on each downstroke.
    Him whispering, "Here, here—take it all," as though he knew, as though he knew
exactly
.
    It felt as though they'd done this a thousand times before.
    Which made her seriously consider the paranormal, because in the end, it took her less than two minutes to come like it was old home week.
    Five seconds later he came, although he wasn't entertaining any possibilities of otherworldly phenomenon when he'd been wanting to come in her since he'd first met her. Firmly planted in reality—a very lush, soft reality—he was damned glad he'd taken a chance and driven over tonight. Dropping a kiss on her forehead, he blew out a breath and smiled. "Sorry about that warp-speed performance. You've been on my mind. I'll take it slow next time."
    She smiled. "I couldn't wait, either. You must have been on my mind, too." It wouldn't pay to add to his more-than-adequate ego by telling him the truth: that she'd been thinking of him more or less twenty-four, seven.
    "So," he murmured, moving inside her. "Any requests for the second act?"
    Ohmygod. He was huge again—or still huge—or whatever he was, she could feel the hard length of him on every shimmering, wet, randy, intemperate surface of her vagina. "When it feels this good, I'm not fussy," she whispered, raising her hips to draw him in more deeply. "More of the same will do just fine…"
    "But not so fast… okay?" he breathed, sliding his hands under her bottom and lifting her up as he slowly drove forward.
    Her breath caught in her throat.
    Pleasure streaked up and out, coiled deep inside her and made her