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whole different phase of her life.
    One thought back to that text from Nicole propelled her forward. Rachel wasn’t that woman she’d been before. Wasn’t the woman people could walk all over. Wasn’t the woman who would settle. She wanted passionate and sexy and now. Nathan was all that—and no regrets.
    He pushed the door open and walked Rachel inside, where he paused to flip on lights. With one arm still tight around her waist, he scanned the living area. “Holy shit,” he said, “I’m gonna have to look into adding stunts to my résumé.”
    The kitchen was small but all granite and stainless, complete with bar and barstools. The living room had a plush gray L-shaped sofa with two cream leather ottomans the same length and width. Beyond, there was a dining room with a cherry table and six padded chairs.
    Nathan dropped the bags from his shoulder, slipped her purse from her arm, adding it to the pile, then bent his knees and whisked his hands underneath her skirt and up her thighs as he straightened. His warm, rough hands abraded her skin, and Rachel drew a breath, her hands clutching his forearms.
    “This is a great place to start.”
    He walked her toward one wide ottoman, his mouth on her neck, his fingers slipping beneath the edge of her panties. Her breathing came fast and shallow. Her heart went wild. God, she wanted this. Wanted to be mindlessly fucked. He felt so good. Why hadn’t she done this sooner?
    She released his hands and reached up and back, circling her arms around his head, arching her ass into his erection.
    “Oh yeah,” he murmured against her neck.
    She sank her fingers into his hair, pulled his head up, and kissed him with all the lack of inhibition the alcohol provided. He growled approval into her mouth while sliding her underwear down her legs. Then he leaned in, bending her forward, and broke the kiss as he crouched to slip her panties off her feet.
    When she started to toe out of her boots, he gripped her calf. “No. These fuck-me boots stay on.”
    The demand in his voice speared her pussy with excitement, adding wet heat and pressure between her legs.
    He shoved the ottomans against the sofa with one work boot, making it a single large unit. Then slowly bent her over the cushions, guiding her arms down while he slid her dress up her thighs, and over her ass. Rachel now stood bent at the waist, her bare ass in the air, a stranger behind her, preparing to fuck her, and she couldn’t remember ever feeling this alive.
    The thrill coiled in her belly, spreading heat lower until her pussy ached. The position, the exposure, both embarrassed and titillated as the cool air licked her exposed sex. “Nathan…”
    He didn’t answer but used his feet to press hers together, then gripped her hips and slowly lowered into a crouch behind her.
    Oh. My. God was all she could think, knowing her ass and pussy were at his eye level now. Knowing he was staring. And, God, how did that make her so wet? How did that make her want to open her legs and push into his mouth?
    “God, I love this view,” he murmured before his touch made Rachel startle.
    He slid a finger over her pussy, stroking one side, then the other. Rachel clenched her teeth even as more wetness stirred inside her. He cupped her ass cheeks and massaged her folds with both thumbs, his movements firm and languid and insanely exciting. Rachel wiggled backward toward him, unable to stay still. Her pussy felt swollen and throbbed hot. “Nathan, you promised.”
    He pulled her open gently. The decadent stretch made her gasp; the cool air stroking her made her moan and rock her hips. And finally, finally , Nathan covered her with his mouth, and her mind flashed with the image of that dark stubble and those full lips against her sex—so naughty, so exhilarating.
    But he didn’t give her the touch she needed. He just breathed long and gentle, washing her pussy with moist heat.
    Rachel moaned and arched toward his mouth. “More…”
    He