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ask.
    “I want you to think of this motorcycle as my dick.”
    That gave her pause. “Why?”
    “Because you like to ride my cock. Just think of this trip as one long fucking session with you on top.”
    The mental image of being on top of him made her clit twitch, and when she thought about doing it while they were riding down the highway, her nipples tightened too.
    The incredible idea of a thousand-mile trip with her riding Ash did make her relax. She put her hands on his thighs.
    “That’s better,” he said, then added, “and it only took three hours and the image of my prick inside you to calm you down.”
    “Forget the mileage.” She wished they weren’t wearing helmets so she could whisper in his ear. “It was the thought of you.”
    “That’s good to hear.”
    * * * *
    They barely made it through the hotel room door before he was pushing her down on the bed. Their fingers tore at the buckles, buttons, and zippers, and only Felicia’s breathy “Ash, condom” kept him from thrusting inside her the minute they were both naked.
    He was painfully hard by the time he’d rolled it on and slipped inside her. She was warm and tight, the same way she always was, and his body hummed with pleasure as they set up a hard, fast rhythm.
    The headboard slammed against the wall, and he was sure the neighbors were either laughing or cussing them right now.
    He made sure she came first, stopping his thrusts long enough to find her clit and give it a good amount of attention. Only after she screamed out his name did he allow himself to come.
    When he collapsed on top of her, he wondered if she thought he was too heavy, or if she liked having the weight of his body pressing into hers. She tightened her legs around his hips, holding him close.
    “One of these days I might be able to control myself long enough to show you that I know what foreplay is.”
    She nestled her face against his neck, and he felt his cock stir, but since he’d just come, he thought it was impossible. “The ride was foreplay, remember.”
    He kissed her deeply. She groaned under him, and sure enough, he started to harden again. He was still inside her, and her surprised “Oh my” told him she felt it too.
    Before things went too far, he slipped out of her, savoring her soft “Come back.”
    “Give me a minute.” He went to the bathroom to discard the first condom. After he grabbed the box off the floor where he’d dropped it earlier, he shook it. “We’re going to need more of these.”
    “I hate them,” she said. “If it were up to me, I’d take you naked.”
    He was about to tear open a second package, and he stopped, thinking he might just give her what she wanted. But he knew that wasn’t a good idea. They would have plenty of time to play like that later.
    It would be important to make sure nothing he gave her took seed. As this thought pressed into his mind, her mother’s comment from earlier in the day raced up next to it.
    “Are you trying to defy your mother by taking me bare, or do you really want me that way?”
    “I really do.” She sat up and looked at him, her gaze innocent and trusting. His heart did a double take, and he almost tossed the condom over his shoulder and said, Fuck yeah, let’s do this.
    After all, this was the first woman he’d ever loved—the only woman he’d ever loved, really. When he dreamed of a woman, she was the only one who took front and center in his fantasies, the only one who held out her arms and said, Love me, Ash. Please.
    His stomach did a few flips as he worked to keep the words from flowing out of his mouth. It was too soon, even though he’d already said it to her so many times in the past. Now it was different, their lives different. The pain he’d felt when she hadn’t called him after Doug and Courtney’s first wedding had been devastating.
    He’d been sure she’d come back to him, that they’d push aside their families’ objections and be together. It wasn’t the