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his weight on his forearms. She tasted like garlic, but it was okay because he knew he did too and because underneath the garlic she was so, so sweet.
    “Did you need to get drunk to do this?” he asked her, his mouth on her neck.
    “Yes,” she said surprising him. “But not because I didn’t want to do it when I was sober. That’s what I was saying earlier. Just needed some liquid courage, that’s all.”
    He kissed her, purposely avoiding contact between her pelvis and his increasingly uncomfortable erection, because he knew she was curious. Women always were because of his height. He couldn’t speak for any other man’s assets, but he was pretty damn confident about what he brought to the game. He concentrated on her lips and neck, behind her ears and along her collarbone until she was raising her hips, trying to press against him.
    By then Brendan was pretty sure she was making a little wet spot in her PJs but he forced himself not to check, moving instead to another area of curiosity. He slowly raised her tank, which she willingly facilitated, and took her in. She was fucking beautiful. Her nipples were a dark plum color and looked ripe, he played with them, torturing her and himself, hearing her loud breathing echo throughout the room, feeling good that he was making her feel good. She was the one who finally removed the top altogether and then she was reaching for his shirt, practically ripping it. He had to rear back a little to pull it off and noted with satisfaction that her eyes fell to his groin. She reached for the fly of his jeans but he grabbed her wrist and stopped her. If she touched him he would embarrass himself.
    So he pushed her back against the bed again. Then he did something he never did the first time he was with a woman. He moved south, kissing her along her breastbone, over her perfectly flat stomach, teasing and sucking and licking her there for awhile until once again Tracy moved things along by shoving her pajama bottoms over her hips and shuffling them down. Brendan finished the job, and looked at her in astonishment. Not only was she wearing nothing underneath but Tracy had recently had a very, very thorough and complete Brazilian bikini wax. He tried to swallow but his tongue seemed to have lodged in his throat. Never had he wanted to taste a woman so bad. So much that he was almost afraid that he wasn’t up to the task.
    Tracy was propping herself up on her elbows now, looking down at him between her legs. Her lips looked almost bruised, because they’d been kissing for a long time, sometimes really hard. When Brendan’s eyes fell once again to the juncture between her thighs, he saw just one pearl of moisture, peeking out between those smooth, hairless . . . and that it was it, he was done.
    He went in for the kill. . .
    Never had he gotten as much pleasure out of going down on a woman as he did this time. He didn’t just want to taste her, he wanted to climb inside her and just fucking live there. When she squirmed and moaned and raised her lips, pressing herself against his thrashing tongue, grinding into it, he grabbed her thighs and used his forearms to press them apart. Brendan almost didn’t even register the sensation of her pulling on his ears until she just yanked those suckers like she wanted to rip them off. He lifted his head, almost annoyed at being interrupted.
    “ What ? ” he demanded.
    Tracy was breathing heavily, like she was having trouble catching a breath and he realized for the first time that she must have reached her climax.
    “Get up here,” she said. “Get up here and fuck me right now .”
    Yeah. Tracy . Said the words ‘fuck me right now’. She didn’t need to ask him twice. His jeans were off in half a second and in two, he was buried deep inside her. As he pressed into her, it felt like she had the sun between her legs, like he was enveloped in something impossibly hot but in no danger of being burned. No, not the sun, because she was wet