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mark, burned and branded her clit and sheath. Using his middle and forefinger, he repeatedly spread her aching folds and worked his way inside her. She rode each journey. The precipice was there—there! And then, damn it, he’d retreat, leaving her insane.
    Again and again, she thrust her pelvis at him, denying him nothing. His penis would have penetrated deeper, filled her more, but this wasn’t bad. Not bad at all. With every assault, her body spasmed. A climax hummed and promised. So close. On the brink. Just—just one more invasion.
    “Don’t,” he commanded. “It isn’t time for that.”
    “Speak—speak for yourself,” was all she could manage. Her entire being centered around what his fingers ignited, fingers made slippery by her wet response.
    “I’m not immune,” he hissed. “I feel.”
    Only half conscious, she was nevertheless glad to know that. Maybe she should check his cock for verification, but she didn’t dare loosen her grip on his shoulders. Couldn’t think beyond being impaled, this wonderful invasion, even the damnable teasing. He couldn’t possibly respect her in the morning, but what the hell did that matter? From the time she’d become sexually mature, her libido had kicked up a notch when she was ovulating, but she’d learned to accept her heightened interest in the opposite sex for the primitive signal it was and conduct herself with a semblance of dignity, not command the nearest male to ride her. But this was control lost.
    “But much as I want to be part of this ride, I don’t dare,” he said, startling her. “I must remain in control.”
    Control? What the hell was that? “Whatever.” She thought she had more to say, but it melted under her body’s heat. Continuing to stand was more than awkward, but he was using his fingers, not some cold steel instrument. As long as his life touched hers, she’d endure.
    To hell with endure. This was unadulterated torture. Sweet and strong and overwhelming, but torture nonetheless.
    With two hard fingers extended as far inside her as they would go, he now spread them and tested the size of her opening. She felt swollen. Hot. Nearly boiling. Barely aware of what she was doing, she clamped down, trapping him inside her.
    They breathed together. Rocked to the same rhythm, fingers pumping, clit convulsing.
    No stopping. No wanting to.
    Her body seemed to roar. She felt as if she was expanding and contracting at the same time, pulsing even. If he’d asked, she would have turned herself inside out. Maybe it was happening anyway. She lost the ability to breathe or focus. Blood pounded in her head. Heat flooded her cunt. Any more and she might explode. Instead, she grunted and groaned, felt a scream rake up her throat before bursting free.
    Off like a rocket.
    Once. Twice. Three times.

Chapter Five
    Maybe upscale motels had something going for them, but as Mala sat on the side of her bed with the chunky phone on her lap and the receiver to her ear, she couldn’t find a single thing to compliment about this one. It had been cleaned—sort of—and the sheets had been changed while she was gone, but she couldn’t get her mind off who might have used it before her.
    If it had been a couple taking advantage of time away from home and responsibility or two strangers in for a quickie, she didn’t want to know about it. However, not wanting to think and shutting off the old brain were two entirely different things…especially with memories of her powerful and noisy climax still fresh in her mind. She might not remember the drive back here, but she’d never ever forget being turned into a skyrocket.
    The phone’s persistent ringing finally registered. No matter how long she sat here, no one was going to answer at the Clint Jaeger residence in Naples, and there was no answering machine. Muttering something she’d never want her mother to hear, she hung up, then dialed the number for Jaeger Boats. After four rings, Laird’s disembodied voice