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too, perfectly hot, perfectly wet. Neither of them had even talked about it, but he was all the way in her, totally raw. Another first. He had done that so seldom that he’d almost forgotten how damn good it was. But with Tracy, it was even better, and he didn’t want to say anything that might make common sense prevail . He didn’t want to say anything that might mean he would have to stop.
    Tracy was a talker. And she liked it hard. She pressed her mouth against his ear, telling him what she liked, how she liked it, making him go faster, slower, harder . . . Brendan didn’t mind the direction because nine times out of ten, she was spot on. It was all good. And when he thought he might come, she felt the tension in his thighs and sensed the change in his movement and wrenched free of him, so he slid partway out of her so his impending orgasm stopped dead in its tracks
    “No! You’d better not! ” she hissed. 
    That was pretty hot.
    But when he finally did get off, he thought his head would explode. Behind his tightly shut eyes, he saw fireworks, all the synapses in his brain shutting down for a second and then re-firing in an instant. Then Tracy was getting off the bed and going into the bathroom and Brendan was too spent to even raise his head to investigate what she was doing. He heard running water and thought she might be getting ready to shower, but the next thing he felt was a warm washcloth as she cleaned him off, gently, almost tenderly. He raised his head then and she smiled up at him, a sweet, un-Tracy-like smile.
    “Thank you,” she said. “That was amazing.”
    Thank you?
    He was only just beginning to consider how fucked up that made him feel when she tossed the washrag aside and smiling one more time, took him in her mouth. And then he didn’t think it was so fucked up any more.

Chapter Four
     
    “When did you know you wanted this?” he asked her.
    It was much later and they were both naked, sprawled across the bed. The only light was from the television and Brendan was having a hard time keeping his eyes off her perfect-in-every-way ass. Her head was at the foot of the bed, and he was at the opposite end so he had a great view. As he spoke, he ran a hand up her inner thigh. Without looking back at him and without hesitation, she opened her legs to him.
    After all they’d done in the past five hours, he shouldn’t have been surprised that she was so responsive but she was. He was exhausted, but still couldn’t help himself, he had to touch her.
    “I wanted you from the moment we met,” she said. She squirmed against his fingers and emitted a sound that was part moan, part sigh.
    That answer he hadn’t expected. He stilled the motion of his fingers inside her, thinking that over. That caused her to look back.
    “What the hell are you doing?” she said. “Don’t stop.”
    So he resumed his manipulations, amazed that after the marathon session they’d just had, she still wanted more.
    “You’re lying,” he said. “From the moment we met?”
    “Uh huh,” she pushed herself back and forth gripping the sheets.
    “Then how come whenever I tried . . .”
    “Brendan, for god’s sakes, shut up .” She flipped over and before he could blink, she was astride him.
    He laughed at her expression, the naked lust in her eyes. Was this even happening? She wanted him right now more than he was physically capable of responding to.
    “You’re kidding, right?” he said.
    Tracy smiled back at him then leaned forward to kiss his neck. It felt so damn good, he almost couldn’t stand it. After two orgasms of his own and however many she had, he felt like one massive raw nerve ending. Anywhere she touched him felt like she was pressing a lit match against his skin.
    Could you die from too much sex? he wondered idly, as she moved to his chest.
    “Tracy,” he said, his voice firm. “Stop. I want to know. If you wanted me from the moment we met, how come you always said no when I tried to get you