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  “No, you’re not,” Alex said, and then another Alex, this one black-haired, came out of the kitchen carrying a can of beer. “This is my brother, Max,” Alex said, not taking his eyes off her. “He was just leaving.”

  “No, I wasn’t.” Max looked at Nina with interest.

  Alex glared at him. “This is Nina.”

  “I was just leaving.” Max turned toward the door. “In fact, I’m already gone.” He opened the door, looked at Alex and said, “I told you to get rid of those damn shorts,” and left.

  Alex turned back to Nina. “Hi.”

  “Hi,” Nina said, feeling like a fool.

  Chapter Seven

  Alex seemed hesitant. “I’m glad you’re here. I thought maybe you weren’t talking to me because I’d, uh, kissed you.”

  Okay, this was it. If she wanted him, this was it. She was going to have to do it.

  Nina took off her coat and dropped it on the floor, and stood there with nothing but red lace between her and Alex.

  Alex blinked. “On the other hand, talking isn’t everything. Is that the Incredibra Fred brought me?”

  Nina nodded.

  He exhaled slowly and walked toward her. “It’s very nice. Take it off.”

  Nina felt dizzy as he reached for her, and then she went into his arms, wrapping herself around him, almost crying out because he felt so good and she needed him so much. “I need you to make love to me,” she said in his ear, and her voice came out thick with lust. “I need you now. I don’t care about anything else. I just—”

  His mouth closed over hers, and she moaned into him, tasting him with her tongue as his fingers dug into her back and then her rear end, pulling her tight against him even while she arched into him and bit his lip.

  “Bedroom,” he gasped when they came up for air. “We move now, or I take you on the floor.”

  Nina let him pull her toward the bedroom, dazed with wanting him, crazy to feel him inside her, but when they were in his room, and he stripped off his shirt and said, “Really nice bra. Take it off,” Nina came crashing back to reality.

  “No,” she said, crossing her arms over her breasts.

  “Nina—” he began, moving toward her.

  “Turn off the lights.” She took a step back until she was up against the bed.

  “Sure.” He reached back and flipped the light switch and then reached for her again. “Take it off.”

  “Alex, you don’t understand,” she said, and he stopped. She swallowed, trying to explain. “Everything’s lower than it used to be.”

  “Nina, you don’t understand,” Alex said. “I don’t care if it’s on the floor. I want you naked now.”

  “Alex—” But then he was kissing her, hooking his foot around her ankle and tripping her back onto the bed until she fell, bouncing under him as his body moved over hers, his mouth hot on her neck.

  “Alex,” she tried again, holding on to sanity as his hands made her weak with heat, and then he looked down into her eyes, and she was stunned by the passion she saw there.

  “I want you,” he said. “I want you and I need you now. Do you want me?” He slid his hand down her side and pulled her hips closer to his, and she clenched her teeth as she felt him hard through his shorts.

  “Oh, God, yes.” Nina moved under him, crazy at his touch. “I can’t stand it anymore. Yes.”

  “Then you’re losing the bra.” Alex unhooked the center clasp with one hand and pulled the lace away from her body, and before she could wince, his mouth was hot on her throat and then on her breast, sucking hard, and she arched under him, mindless in the blast of pure pleasure his lips and tongue sent through her, any qualms she had forgotten, any fear gone. She raked her fingers through his hair and moaned as he licked and sucked at her swollen breasts, and then Fred barked at her.

  He was sitting beside the bed.

  Nina gasped and blinked, pushing halfheartedly at Alex’s head while she tried to remember her name.

  Alex stopped and looked down at Fred. “Where did you come from?” he asked, and then shook his head. “I don’t care. Go back.”

  “I left the window open,” Nina said around ragged breaths as she struggled to sit up. “I’ll put him back. I’ll—”

  “No, you won’t.” Alex pressed her back down with his body, and she shuddered under him, loving the slide of her breasts against the fur of his chest and the pressure of his body between her legs as he bore down on her. “You’re not getting out of this bed,” he told her.

  “No.” Nina ran her hands down his body and watched him close his eyes in pleasure. “No, I’m not. I’m not getting out of this bed.” She rocked her hips against his and shuddered at how good he felt. “Do things to me.”

  Alex looked down at her, and his eyes were black with lust. “I intend to do things to you.” He looked at Fred. “Pay attention. You may pick up some pointers here.”

  Nina moved against the pillow. “He’s just a child. He shouldn’t be watching.”

  Alex pressed her hips harder into the mattress, letting his hand trail down her shoulder to cup her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple. Nina moaned, and Fred whined, and Alex frowned down at him, his hand still driving Nina into mindlessness. “Think of this as cable TV,” she heard him tell Fred. “Not your mom and dad finally having great sex.” Then he leaned down and licked her nipple, and Nina rolled her head to the side, drunk with pleasure, and saw Fred yawn and lick his lips.

  “Go away, Fred,” she said, but Alex said, “Good idea,” and began to kiss his way between Nina’s breasts and down the slope of her stomach, tickling her and making her shudder, sliding the red lace of her underpants down as he moved his body across her thighs.

  “Oh, God, yes,” Nina said through clenched teeth, and then he reached her hips and licked inside her, and Nina lost all power of speech. Her body went liquid under his hands and his mouth and all she knew was flooding heat and pressure and a tightening deep inside her that Alex was making tighter and tighter. She twisted under him, and he held her still, his fingers biting into her hips while he stroked his tongue inside her over and over again, and the combination of his tongue and his hands and the knowledge that she was with Alex, finally with Alex, and that she was going to have all of him pushed her over the edge, and the heat broke inside her, and the spasms shook her body, moving her against his mouth as she came and came. Then he was kissing his way across her stomach, sucking on her breasts, biting at the hollow of her neck while she wrapped herself around him and rocked away the last of her orgasm.

  She lay with her head back, trying to breathe, trying to hold on to the glow, vaguely aware that he was reaching across her to open the drawer beside the bed, feeling his hip against hers as he stripped off his shorts, and then hearing foil tear. Thank God; a condom meant he’d be inside her soon. She rolled against him and breathed, “Hurry,” in his ear, and he laughed a little, low and lazy, and then pulled her on top of him.

  “That’s the last thing I’m going to do,” he told her, and she put her hands on his chest and pushed up enough so that she could see into his eyes. “This is going to take all night,” he promised her. “I’m going to watch you come over and over again. You’re going to come seeing the dawn, I swear it.”

  She shivered, and his hand slid up her neck, and his thumb moved across her lips, and she licked at him and then bit him as he moved underneath her. He eased his hand down her side and between her legs and slid his finger into her, stroking her until she moaned against his chest, and then she felt him move hard against her stomach. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, crazy with anticipation. He pulled her up to him and she helped, moving against him, wanting him between her thighs, filling the emptiness there, and then he was inside her, hard inside her, and she jerked against him as his fingers pressed into her flesh, pulling her against him. She was slick and hot, and she moaned at the slide and the friction and the pressure and the shudder in her blood as he moved inside her.

  “Oh, N