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rushing the man she’d been goading with tied hands for the past few minutes.
    His fingers wrapped her in a veil of pleasure as they slowly traveled across her skin, spinning magic through her center as he touched her everywhere—inside and out.
    Yes . Exactly what she needed—to be filled, valued, appreciated. Accepted.
    With incredible restraint, he lowered her to the mattress and drew off her underwear, then crawled up the length of her body, laving every inch of skin as he went. He reached her throat and tilted her head back to taste with hard suction. Simultaneously, his thigh separated hers, relentless against her sensitized flesh and setting off pyrotechnics behind her eyes.
    She’d never dropped into such heavy desire so quickly, never been so hot and ready to explode. Usually it took a while. But then, they’d been engaged in foreplay in one form or another since their first meeting in the hall.
    Was it any wonder Matt was about to take her under with only his thigh?
    His tongue circled her breasts, then treated her to the same intense suction he’d used on her throat. Her back came off the bed, arching, as her feminine parts contracted. She gasped.
    “Now, Matt.”
    It was supposed to be a demand, not a plea. But the words left her lips on a broken sob, and she no longer cared that a man had reduced her to begging.
    He extracted a condom and fingered it on. It took an eternity but then he was back between her thighs, sliding into her. Watching her as they became one and their gazes locked. Something powerful, divine even, swelled between them and her heart thumped in time with the throb in the air.
    No, she’d never done this before because she had no idea what this was.
    It certainly wasn’t a random hookup. But neither was it safe. The deeper the connection, the deeper the eventual pain.
    She’d taken off the mask in a calculated gamble, and Matt hadn’t recognized her. It should have allowed her to simply revel in this one night where a man couldn’t hurt her because he didn’t really know her. It should have been freeing. Not confusing.
    Desperately, she cast about for a way to eliminate the swirling mass of vulnerability this man evoked by simply looking at her. Through her.
    “Not this way.” She wiggled and he rolled to his side, confusion evident.
    “Too soon?”
    “Too missionary.” Waggling her brows, she knelt on the bed and glanced back at him. “Try this on for size.”
    He grinned and instantly heated her back with his torso, mouth to her neck as he filled her again from behind. Much better. Now she couldn’t see all that depth of emotion. And vice versa. They’d pleasure each other and stave off the loneliness for a night and go on.
    His fingers teased her flesh. Clearly this was not his first rodeo. She let her senses flood with Matt and moaned as he lit her up expertly. His name fell from her lips and too late she realized it didn’t matter if she could see his face. His touch conveyed more depth than she’d dreamed possible.
    Tears pricked her eyelids. She wanted that touch to mean everything she sensed it did. But was terrified to admit it. How could she convince herself this was nothing but a brief divergence if he kept touching her that way?
    The orgasm, quick, powerful and amazing, swallowed her whole long about his second thrust, and he exploded with his third.
    She collapsed, chest to the bed, and he spooned her into his arms, both of them still shuddering. He held her tightly and she curled into him, shocked at how natural it felt, how right, when normally she preferred not to be touched as her body cooled.
    “I have never come so fast in my life,” she gasped. “I think that’s my new favorite position.”
    Though somehow, it hadn’t been quite the cure for her confusion that she’d envisioned. And lying here in his arms with his thumb tenderly stroking the curve of her waist wasn’t helping. The powerful flames of desire he fanned weren’t sexual. She wanted