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setting it on the coffee table next to the water glass. Suddenly he was back at her side, kneeling on the floor beside the couch, trailing his fingertips from her temples to her cheekbones, over her lips to the point of her chin, thrumming the tendons in her neck on his way down to her tip-tilted breasts. His wide shoulders blocked out the light as he followed the same trail with his lips, his kisses as soft as dandelion fluff. She couldn’t stop the soft sounds she made, couldn’t stop her hips from shifting, lifting, begging for attention. A strangled moan escaped as his clever fingers stroked down her stomach, circled her navel. He kissed the skin above her belt buckle before unfastening it with hands that shook. A single sharp tug took care of the buttons at her fly.
    She held her breath as he slipped his hand under the elastic waistband of her cotton panties, as he combed through her springy curls. A whimper escaped her throat when he touched her slick, tender folds.
    “ You’re so wet,” he breathed against her stomach, diabolical fingers swirling.
    She gritted her teeth against the glittering surge of delight. Too much more and she was going to come again—not that there was anything wrong with that, but she wanted him inside her this time. “Help me,” she muttered, shoving at her waistband.
    He got rid of her jeans with a couple of quick tugs , threw them somewhere, and donned the condom. The couch cushion sank as he settled himself between her thighs, covered her with his body. She groaned as they finally touched each other skin to skin—hard to soft, rough to smooth, tall to short. When she trailed a foot up his calf, she noticed that they were both still wearing socks, but then all lucid thought evaporated as he shifted his weight, took his cock in his hand, and positioned the blunt head against her hot, wet flesh.
    She wrapped her arms and legs around him, embracing him with her limbs. Swallowing hard, he flexed his hips, slipping into her, feeding her the first thick inch. She gasped as her flesh stretched to accommodate him.
    “ Okay?” He stilled, jaw clenched tight.
    “ God, yes.” She wanted more of that blunt, thrusting flesh, that blinding, blissful glide. “More.” Writhing, she dug her heels into his butt to spur him on.
    After a pause, he thrust again, advancing and receding, measuring her slick channel by slow, torturous fractions, until he was finally seated to the root. His eyelids drifted closed. With a sigh, he latched onto her mouth again. The kiss was carnal, twining, their tongues moving in slick counterpoint to the languid thrust and parry of his hips. Time fell away as his taste, his smell, his essence, flooded into her, snarled her synapses. When she twined her arms around him, dragging her needy hands down his body, the kiss turned ferocious, feral. With a groan, he picked up the pace, thrusting harder, pleasure swirling between them in a timeless, tightening spiral, slowly gathering and coalescing until she finally shattered in epic, shimmering bliss.
    She held on for dear life as he streaked toward his own release. If there was a dropped price to pay for this delicious madness, she'd gladly pay it—but not yet. Not tonight.
    She’d give herself this one, incendiary night.
    Tomorrow would come soon enough.
     
     
     
    THE END
     
     
     

 
    What’s next for Bailey and Rafe? Here’s an excerpt from my Fall 2013 release,
TEMPT ME:
     
     
     
    Rafe stroked a callused finger over the sinuous body stretched before him—her delicate teacup breast, her supple stomach, the curve of her slippery hip—softly, so softly. “Beautiful,” he murmured reverently.
    She was Woman, femininity incarnate…and he’d created her with his own hands. Finally. Relief trickled through his system, a cool mountain stream.
    Stepping back from the table, his clay-slick hands extended in front of him, he assessed the abstract nude. Yeah, the hip proportion was slightly off, but it was pretty