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  She didn’t understand this kind of attraction. How her body seemed to shoot from zero to light speed in an instant. How her skin felt hot and too tight. How her nerve endings were tingling and on edge. How every inch, every muscle, every fiber of her body was tuned to him. She just went with it. Let the fierceness of the attraction take over.

  And God, was it fierce!

  She arched in his hand when he covered her breast. Wrapped her leg around him to hold him tighter when he notched himself between her legs.

  Her entire body went liquid.

  She responded to his kiss as she’d never responded to another man. Savoring every stroke of his tongue. The roughness of his just-shaved jaw on hers. The feel of those big callused hands claiming her body. Her hands on his body.

  She wanted everything he had to give . . . and more.

  Physical, she reminded herself. Keep it casual. But there was nothing casual about this. It was fierce. Intense. Powerful. Overwhelming.

  It was need at its most primitive. It was two people who wanted each other with every fiber of their being. Two people who couldn’t wait to have sex again because they knew how good it had been the first time. It was pleasure and sensation at its most erotic.

  He pulled back long enough to remove her nightshirt. He stared at her breasts for so long her cheeks warmed and her nipples tightened. She started to lift the sheet that he’d tossed off her back up, but he stopped her.

  “Don’t. God, do you know how badly I wanted to strip that damned bathing suit top off you today?”

  He rubbed the back of his finger over one nipple, and she sucked in her breath. It wasn’t just from the touch, but from the heat in his eyes when he looked at her.

  “I wished you were in a burka with the way those assholes were looking at you, but I was imagining you naked. I could see the pebble of your nipple, but I didn’t know they’d be this pink.” His accent got deeper when he was turned on, and it was heavier than she’d ever heard it. He lowered his face to her breasts. “Yes, definitely my new favorite color.” He licked one, circling his tongue around the taut tip in a delicious swirl of heat.

  She moaned as her body melted. Dampness and heat spread between her legs. The throb of need intensified.

  “I’m going to suck you now, sweetheart.” His breath blew over the damp and throbbing skin. “Do you want me to do that?”

  “Yes,” she breathed—gasped. “Oh God, please yes.”

  He covered her with his lips, sucking her into his mouth. A tight vacuum that pulled the pleasure from deep inside her in a sharp needle of sensation. His tongue swirled the tip, making it tighten some more. She arched into his mouth as the pleasure wound tighter and tighter into a spiral of need.

  “Do you like that, Annie?” he whispered. “Will you come if I touch you?”

  She whimpered at how good that sounded. She wanted him to touch her. Her body was primed for it. She wanted to come.

  “As good as that sounds, I think I want to taste you first.”

  His mouth was already sliding down her stomach, licking a gentle, warm trail along the way. She felt his hand on her hips as he quickly worked her underwear down her legs.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he said.

  His mouth was so close to her crotch she was practically shaking.

  Did she say she didn’t like foreplay? She was wrong. She liked it a lot. She liked this a lot.

  He moved her legs over his shoulders and then his face was between her legs. She nearly shot off the bed at the first stroke of his tongue.

  The sound of his groan nearly made her come right there. It was warm and sweet and filled with pleasure. It was the groan of a man who liked to give a woman pleasure. “God, you taste good. So fucking sweet.”

  And then she lost the ability to think as he nuzzled his mouth against her and went to town. Feasting on her as if he couldn’t get enough. Swirling his tongue. Sucking. Rubbing his face and jaw against the soft insides of her thighs. Her legs tightened. Her heels pressed into his back. Her hips pressed and lifted against his mouth.

  More. Pressure. Oh God, yes. That feels so good.

  She split apart. Coming in a burst of white-hot pleasure that shot through her like a bolt of lightning.

  He let her ride it out against his mouth. Drawing every spasm of her climax out.

  When it was over, she was drained. Completely wrung out. She should have just collapsed.

  But that wouldn’t be right. Turnabout was only fair play.

  Twenty-four

  Dean couldn’t wait another minute to be inside her. But he had to take precautions. He reached over on the bedside table for his wallet to retrieve a condom. He intended to come inside her this time.

  Her body was still limp and flush from her climax, so he was surprised when she sat up and grabbed his wrist.

  “Not yet.”

  She took the wallet and condom from his hand and set them down on the table.

  Oh God, please tell him she wasn’t having second thoughts. . . .

  “On your back, sailor boy.”

  She wasn’t. He had an inkling of exactly where this was going, and his nerve endings buzzed with anticipation and something resembling fear. His instincts were flaring like a fire alarm. His body was fighting what he knew was coming: complete and utter helplessness.

  But he did as she asked. Did she have any idea how sexy it was to be ordered around like this? Probably. She looked really, really pleased with herself when she moved over him. Her fingers trailed absently over his stomach, but he was aware of every movement. His skin went off like a firecracker every place she touched.

  “I don’t have a lot of experience with this, so you’ll have to let me know if I’m doing it right.” Her fingers were already skimming under the band of his shorts, and his cock was doing its best to meet them, straining hard toward her hand. But when she made her little confession, he popped right through. She noticed, smoothing her thumb over the plump head. “I don’t know. You’re kind of big.”

  There was no “kind of” about it. And if he wasn’t gritting his teeth, fighting to fucking breathe while she knelt over him naked and played with his cock, he’d tell her so.

  She traced her finger down the long length of him.

  “Not sure how deep I’ll be able to take you down my throat.”

  He swore. He’d never taken her for a dirty talker, but he was happy to be mistaken. Fuck, this was good.

  “You feel a little warm in there. Should I take your shorts off?”

  She didn’t seem to expect him to answer. Probably the straining of his body and the muscles standing out in his neck gave her the heads-up that he was in no condition to talk.

  She slid his shorts past his hips, and his erection bobbed free. The cool air wasn’t much relief.

  Her naughtiness faltered a little bit. Their eyes met, and he could see her hesitation.

  As he said, no “kind of” about it.

  “Um. Wow.” She wrapped her hand around him, getting a feel for his girth.

  He gave her an encouraging lift of his hips. Or maybe it was a begging lift. Semantics were past him right now.

  She started to stroke him. Long and slow. Just enough to settle him down a little and bring a drop of come to his tip. She smoothed it over the fat head before lowering her body over him.

  Those little kisses along his stomach made the already tight bands of muscle turn rigid. He was struggling for control.

  When her mouth was poised an inch from the tip, his muscles started to shake with restraint. He wanted to push himself into her open mouth so badly. The pressure at the base of his spine was so intense . . .

  Oh, shit. He didn’t know if he could handle this. But he wanted it more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life.

  Finally that little pink tongue flicked out to lic