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no idea,” he growled, wiggling in a way that seemed so out of character she had to stifle a giggle.
    David finally planted his butt on the carpet while she tugged and jerked, trying to work the skin-tight jeans down his muscled legs. The fabric clung like a determined—and very jealous—lover. Eva started giggling helplessly. When they had to stop tugging to pull off his shoes, David joined her, first with deep chuckles, then in booming laughter that made her giggle harder.
    But when they finally got him naked, Eva’s laughter died a very quick death. She stared at him as he sprawled on the floor like a pasha, all long legs, his cock curved over his tight belly. His biceps bulged as he braced back on his elbows, and his hair fell around his shoulders like a river of ebony silk striped in silver. He wasn’t going gray; the stripes cut horizontally across his hair like the smoky markings of a cat. As she stared in fascination, he reached up and flipped back a lock of hair.
    “Your ears are pointed.” They formed curving, elegant tips that reminded her of the elves from the Lord of the Rings movies. What the hell was he, anyway?
    Then he rose up onto his knees with a powerful flex of his body, and she found she really didn’t give a damn. Whatever he was, he was most definitely male. And he wanted her. A lot.
    David dropped to all fours and crawled up her body to unzip her pants and start working them down her hips. Eva lifted her pelvis and watched his eyes heat as he contemplated her tiny lace panties. She was suddenly very glad she hadn’t worn her usual plain white cotton. He paused to pull off her shoes, then dragged the jeans the rest of the way off before going after her underwear.
    And God, she was wet. Slick and swollen and ready for him, zero to sixty in two seconds flat.
    He’d taken the panties off, and now he spread her, taking her legs in his big hands and parting her knees with delicious male greed. He edged his big shoulders between them, and lowered his head, and—Oh, God—he started eating her, licking her like a really juicy peach, long passes of his clever tongue while one finger worked inside her swollen entrance. Sensation seemed to blind her for a moment. She fell backward on the floor, staring helplessly at the ceiling, and felt. Felt that tongue, felt that finger, sliding and stroking and driving her insane.
    Eva heard herself moaning. She knew she should hold it down because the walls were thin, but she didn’t care. She let it rip, yowling like a cat in heat.
    Lick. Lick. Thrust. Lick.
    Holy God.
    She couldn’t move. Pleasure-stunned, she sprawled on the floor with him between her legs, using his tongue in delicately merciless flicks.
    His hands found her breasts, thumbs strumming her nipples lazily, raking back and forth while he licked. Delight rolled over her like waves of heated honey, sweet and slooow, and she lost her mind by inches.
    Then he drew away, and the loss of that hot tongue made her blink in stunned disappointment. Where was he going ... ?
    Oh. On top of her. Crawling up the length of her body, his hair and his warm, hard skin brushing along her flesh. He settled down lazily, his hips nudging her thighs wider. She watched him reach down and grab that cock, and aim it, and then ...
    Oh, sweet God in heaven.
    As if he had all the time in the world, David filled her, stuffed her slowly with inch after inch of stone-hard shaft. Eva shuddered helplessly and rolled her head back. His lips found the pulse in her throat, kissing and biting as she quivered. Somehow she managed to lift her heavy hands and slide them along the width of his shoulders, feeling him under her hands, warm and strong.
    Had she ever made love like this? Ever? With anybody?
    The answer to that was a big, fat no. Nobody had ever touched her like this, taken the time to drive her out of her mind before he even thought about his own pleasure.
    So she lay under David and quivered, stunned stupid by every sweet,