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craved a second and a third. Squeezing her ass, he held her still as his lust overrode his control. He loved the excitement in her rising moans and gasps. Every sound drove him further.
    “Come for me, baby,” he murmured and locked his mouth around her clit, sucking it hard. She squirmed, her body bowing, her thighs moving against him, her hips bucking even as he fought to keep her still. He pulled back, easing off the pressure. She trembled and her sweet, dragging ‘no’ begged him for permission. Vibrating his tongue to her clit, he shoved her over the edge until her scream echoed off the walls.
    He kissed the mound above her sex and then along her thighs, nibbling the soft flesh at the juncture between her leg and her sex. He enjoyed the taste of her passion. Kissing a path up her body, he lavished her breasts and crawled higher to look into her pleasure-drenched face. She reached for him and he kissed her hard. Wrapping her arms around him, she clasped her legs around his hips.
    The heat of her sex rubbed his cock and he groaned into her mouth. With a little shift and twist, he’d be inside her. He flattened a hand on the bed and shoved up, breaking the kiss. Her drowsy expression was delectable. Heart thudding out of control, he reached for the condoms on the nightstand.
    Ripping the foil, he never let go of her gaze. “Do you want to talk?” Yeah, his need for control warred with his need to hear her.
    “No.” She smiled, and nodded to the condom.
    “Ahh. You need this.” He sheathed his cock and braced himself. He didn’t want to come as soon as he slid inside of her. But holy hell, he wanted in her now. Settling back into position, he entered with one, swift thrust. Her inner muscles clamped him like a vise as he pulled out and pushed back in.
    “Hang onto me, sweet Lily.” He teetered on the edge of his orgasm and he wanted her to have another before he came. She had to have another. Rocking in and out of her, he didn’t know how he managed the rhythm. “Look at me.”
    Their gazes locked and he slid a hand between them, stroking her clit. She writhed beneath him and dug her nails into his shoulders. Her mouth opened in a cry, and it wasn’t yes, or no.
    It was his name.
    She convulsed, her orgasm dragging him deeper into her, and pulling him with her. His orgasm stormed through him, ripping him apart as he came with blazing torrent of molten heat, the flames burning him up from the inside. Collapsing on top of her, he buried his face in the curve of her neck.
    He didn’t know which one of them shook—maybe both. Lifting his head, he studied her beautiful expression. Rapt joy filled her glorious smile.
    “You’re amazing,” he whispered. And she was. The most amazing, submissive, sweet woman he’d ever held in his arms.
    “No.” She denied it with a slow shake of her head. “You are. That was…I don’t have the words for that.” Another series of quakes clamped her sex around his softening cock and he choked on the overload of sensation.
    He never wanted to let her go.

Chapter Five
     
     
    She woke slowly, cocooned in warmth, her body aching in every right way. Stretching her arm out from the covers, she shifted with care. A heavy weight rested on her waist. Glancing down, she studied the arm wrapped around her. It surprised her and didn’t in the same moment.
    Blaming alcohol for sexual escapades had never been a concept she embraced. Hell, even if she wanted to blame drinking, she couldn’t. She’d had exactly one sip of champagne during the toast, and stuck to water and coffee for the rest of the night.
    No, she lay naked in bed with a man because that’s exactly where she wanted to be—last night. The sun peeking through the blinds reminded her of the time. She needed to go. Time to box the wildly sexy Paul Torres into the smallest mental compartment she could find and shut the door. Easing forward, she slid out from under his arm. He tossed restlessly and rolled over.