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through her silky blond curls, searching for the wet, hot core of her. He closed his eyes when he touched her. She felt so good, so ready for him. He kissed his way down her belly, lifting her back onto the truck’s seat and then spreading open her thighs with his hands. Her breath came in short gasps now as she slid her legs over his shoulders.
    He took in her scent first, savoring the brine and spice smell of her, before kissing and then tasting her—sweet and salty and delicious. She sighed his name and he moved deeper, kissing and licking, thinking that he would never, ever get enough of this woman.
    Without taking his mouth away, he reached and slid a finger inside her and she gasped and started to shake. He could feel the rush of her climax as it overtook her, her muscles contracting around his finger, her body trembling, and then her hips greedily writhing against him, and she peaked, calling out his name, and then peaked again, and then once more, until he couldn’t wait any longer.
    He stood and took out his wallet, hastily extracting a condom as she fumbled at his pants, frantically pulling them open and pushing them and his boxers halfway down. He unrolled the condom onto himself and then brought her legs around his waist, lowering her slowly down, sheathing himself in her. She was exquisitely hot, plush, and still pulsing, and he almost lost control right then and there; she felt so completely right.
    He forced himself to go slow, to savor the beauty and pleasure of the moment. He looked at her face; her eyes were half shut in pleasure as he ran his hands over her muscular body. He felt her scars with his fingertips and whispered her name, barely able to control his need to tell her how much he loved her, how there was and would always be no one but Antonia.
    He lifted her again and then slowly eased her back down, and then they were moving in concert, faster and faster, harder and harder.
    She clasped her hands behind the back of his neck and bent her head to his shoulder, letting her hair slide down over his chest and back. He could sense her building anew, could hear her breath start to quicken to short, jagged bursts, could feel her almost purring under him, and then, when he felt completely surrounded by her, so deep into her that he could feel nothing but her, he kissed her, hard, and reached to touch her. Suddenly, it was happening again, wave after wave as she clenched and unclenched around him and cried out in pleasure against his mouth.
    And this time, for the first time in a long time, he let the waves take him, too.

Chapter Seven
    S omehow they made it into the house, Noni giggling and wearing only his shirt, never happier about the fact that her little cottage was sheltered and private on all sides. Enzo had pulled his trousers back on, but his magnificent sculpted chest was still bare.
    As soon as they opened the door, the dogs came slipping out, making happy, whining sounds of greeting and brushing in circles around their legs. The sisters knew and loved Enzo almost as much as they did Noni, but when they turned their ice-blue eyes up at him and grinned their wolfish grins, it seemed to Antonia that they were exceptionally pleased to see him this evening.
    “Shhh,” soothed Enzo as he bent to pet them. “ Quieta, tranquilas . Shhh, shhh.”
    Noni moved inside the cottage, inwardly groaning at just how messy it was. Even though Enzo had seen it in this state hundreds of times over the years and she had never cared before, there was something different tonight. She felt shy all of a sudden and wondered if he might think less of her due to her apparent inability to pick up after herself.
    She decided he didn’t care after he followed her in and then immediately folded her back into his arms. “ Mi corazón ,” he breathed as he kissed the top of her head and then her cheeks and then her mouth again.
    God, she’d known he would kiss like this. Like he did almost everything, with utter care and