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boring you.”
    Holly propped herself up on her elbows. “Not bored, just figuring out the best way to beg you to finish me off.”
    “That’ll do it. Lay back. I’ve gotcha.”
    She moaned when Nick gently latched onto her clit. He hummed over that bundle of nerves, sending a fresh set of shivers rippling through her body.
    A finger slipped into her wet channel. At the added stimulus and the feeling of fullness, she expelled a soft, appreciative sigh. Nick chuckled and inserted another finger.
    When he did a swirly flick over her clit, she couldn’t help but pump her pelvis and whisper, “Please.”
    As Nick stroked the spot inside her sheath underneath her pubic bone, he fastened his lips around that protective hood and sucked. And kept on sucking until her clitoris spasmed and her shoulders bowed off the bed as she ground her sex into his face.
    Holly’s body had never known pleasure so sharp, a synchronized throbbing in her head, her pussy, her clit, and her nipples that made a mockery of her previous sexual experiences.
    She tried to push Nick’s clever mouth away even as she clutched his head to hold him there forever. He didn’t budge until the last twinge pulsed against his tongue. She sagged into the mattress, helpless to do anything but try to find her sanity, kick start her lungs, and formulate a decent marriage proposal.
    Nick snickered against her pelvis. “That good, huh?”
    “What?”
    “You just asked me to marry you.”
    Holly jackknifed up. “Shit. I said that out loud?”
    “Yep.”
    Talk about embarrassing.
    He stood and reached for the unopened box of (magnum sized!) condoms on the nightstand and she couldn’t help but stare at him. Drool, really. Wonder if she ought to buy a lottery ticket because, hot damn, it was her lucky night. Fully clothed, Nick was magnificent. Completely naked, he was flat-out a god.
    A god who’d had his face buried between her thighs for the last twenty minutes.
    Definitely lottery ticket material.
    Nick ripped open a condom and had it rolled on before she cleared the fog of lust from her sex-addled brain.
    “…on one condition.”
    She managed to tear her gaze from his impressive hard-on (two erections? in thirty minutes?) and met his eyes. “Umm. Sorry. I didn’t hear all of that. What did you say?”
    He flopped on the bed beside her. “I said any woman I marry needs to know how to ride.” He brushed the hair from her face. “So mount up and show me whatcha got.”
    That telltale warmth spread across her cheeks again. “But I—”
    “Goddamn it’s a turn on to see you blush.”
    Holly’s gaze dropped to his groin. “Doesn’t look like you need any help in getting turned on.”
    “All your doin’, darlin’.” Nick placed his hand in the middle of her back and urged her forward. “Straddle me.”
    Nerves had her biting her lip as she threw her leg over his, startled by the molten heat radiating from his body.
    Nick swept her hair away from her face and tilted her chin up. “Holly? What’s wrong?”
    She blurted, “I’ve never done it this way before.”
    Pause. “Well, you’re just loaded with surprises tonight.” Nick twined a section of hair around his finger and tugged her closer. “Kiss me. I can’t get enough of this mouth.”
    “But what about—”
    “We’ll get there. No hurry.” Nick gave her another slow, bone-melting kind of kiss. Complete with long, sweeping caresses of his work-rough hands up her legs and torso, over her shoulders and down her spine to her buttocks. He didn’t push or pull her toward his erection. He seemed content to touch her and learn every nuance of her mouth.
    Holly slipped her lips free from his and flicked the sexy dent in his chin, loving the rasp of his stubble against her tongue. She used her teeth to nip the intriguing angle of his jawbone until she reached his ear. “I’m ready for my riding lesson, cowboy.”
    He chuckled. “Scoot back. Feel me?”
    “You mean that big, hard, thick