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leather and denim and cotton and flesh, they shed pants and underwear, shoes and socks. When he was finally naked in front of her, she could do nothing but drink him in. His hips were trim, his thighs muscled and lightly haired. And between them… She swallowed hard. He was long and swollen, the head beaded with fluid, the flesh a shining rosy-red.
    “You’re so wet.”
    She jerked her gaze from his cock to his face to find his eyes focused intently on the apex of her thighs. Suddenly cognizant of her own nakedness, she moved to close her legs, but his hand was there, easing them apart again. Keeping her open to his touch as he slid a single finger up and down her sex.
    “I can’t—” He stopped himself. Finally moved his gaze back to her face, and there was something pained to his expression. “I want this. So much. But—”
    She wrapped her hand around him and reveled in the way the flesh twitched inside her palm. “No buts.”
    He stilled her hand. “But will this change things?”
    As if being naked hadn’t been bad enough. Feeling achingly vulnerable, like her ribcage was set to crack open, she bit the quiver from her lip. “Only as much as you want it to.”
    He paused, but that seemed to satisfy him. Removing his hand from hers, he brought his own back to her slickened flesh. Dragged a finger over her clit before pressing it inside. His throat bobbed.
    He shifted forward until his cock pressed to the juncture of her thigh and hip. This time, when his lips met hers, it was without the fervor of their first kisses. It was tender, and almost too much.
    And she knew. Things would be forever changed. Even if he didn’t want them to.
    “Cassie…I never thought this would happen. I never planned for it to.”
    “Sometimes things take you by surprise.” She’d certainly never expected this.
    Then softly, against her lips, he whispered, “I want you.”
    She wrapped her legs around his hips. “Have me.”
    Parting from her body just long enough to reach for his pants, he retrieved protection. Rolled it on. His fingers played in her liquid, testing and readying, and then his mouth was on hers. There was the blunt pressure. The retreat of his fingertips and the opening of her body.
    He dropped his head to her neck and pulled her tightly into his arms as he sank inside. Inch by inch, he pressed, slow and steady until her body was so full of him and full of love. Until all she could do was hold on.
    As his hips met hers, he exhaled out a long, aching groan. “You feel so good.”
    She could only hold him tighter, place a hand on his jaw to urge him back to her. When his mouth met hers, his body deep inside, it was more than good. It was nothing she had ever felt before.
    It was everything.
    His every response was a match to hers, the rhythm of his thrusting slow at first, quickening when her palm met his ass, grinding hard against her clit with his hips as she arched her back. Again and again. Back and forth. When it was too much, he let loose, pushing into her hard and deep and good .
    Against her mouth, he whispered, pained, “Close. Can you?”
    She pulled her lips from his and nodded. Sank her teeth into his shoulder. His fingers found her nipple, and then there was just fullness and grinding pressure where she needed it.
    Her eyes flew open. And he was looking at her. Right at her. Like he had never seen her before.
    Maybe he hadn’t.
    She cried out his name and closed her eyes. The pleasure slammed into her like a wave against the shore, pulling her under until there was nothing but the dark spasms of her body and the feel of him. He moaned, and he was in motion again, sharp snaps of his hips in a faltering rhythm, deep strokes and all of them intensifying until he broke.
    “Cassie.”
    She looked up just in time to see the tendons in his neck pull and strain, his whole torso bending back and the look on his face one of rapture. Then he was collapsing onto her, body pulsing thickly.
    And she held him