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Nate froze when he noticed her staring. “What?”

“Nothing. Just enjoying the view.”

He laughed softly. Then he closed the distance and claimed her mouth in a kiss that stole her breath away. It felt as though his hands were everywhere, discovering all of the places that made her body sing and put a whimper in her throat. All the while, she felt his long, hard length against her hip, proof that he was as into this as she was, if not more.

Reaching down, she stroked his erection. “Nate.”

“What?”

“You know what.”

He grinned against her mouth. “What’s the magic word?”

She tightened her grip around him and he groaned. “Now.”

Looking up, he met her gaze, and the heat in his eyes made her molten insides start to burn again. “Your wish is my command.”

He gripped the backs of her thighs to lift her off the ground, and she wrapped her legs around him. Then there were no more words, just the sound of her sigh and his low, tortured moan as he pushed into her body. She closed her eyes, focusing on the delicious ache where he filled her.

After a moment’s pause, he began to move—pulling out, thrusting in. Over and over; again and again. Each time, she felt the tension coil inside her, tighter and tighter, the pleasure so incredibly intense it danced on the edge of pain. And just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, the climax slammed into her with such force she saw stars in front of her eyes.

A few more strokes and Nate let out a guttural growl. His head fell to her shoulder, his breath hot on her breast as the orgasm crashed over him.

They stayed like that for the longest time, not moving, not talking, just basking in the pleasure they’d shared. She focused on the sound of his breathing, rough and uneven. Eventually, it slowed and steadied, and he adjusted his grip on her thighs.

With her legs still wrapped around his waist, Nate carried her to the bed and gently laid her on the mattress. After a quick trip to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, he settled beside her and tucked her close to his chest.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

“No.” She snuggled into his arms.

“Good. I don’t think I have enough energy to reach for the sheet.”

She laughed. “Damn, and here I was hoping for round two.”

“Oh, there’s going to be a round two.” He stroked a hand down the length of her spine, and it was everything she could do not to purr. “I just need to catch my breath first.”

“You’re a young guy. I didn’t think you’d need that long of a recovery time.”

He gave her a look. “I’m thirty-three.”

She gasped in feigned surprise. “Oh, you dirty old man. I’m amazed you don’t need a little blue pill.”

One eyebrow cocked. “That sounds an awful lot like a challenge.”

“Well, you know, I wouldn’t want you to overexert yourself on my—”

The next thing she knew, she was flat on her back, his hands pinning hers to the mattress and his broad shoulders blocking the light. His hips nestled in the cradle of hers as she parted her thighs in welcome. Bending his head, he kissed her until she forgot her own damn name.

She shifted beneath him, and she couldn’t stop smiling at the feel of his arousal. “Guess you’re not so old after all. You’ve got another condom, right?”

“One more. After that, we’ll have to get creative.”

“I have some in my purse.”

The corners of his eyes creased. “You carry condoms in your purse?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Not that she’d used them in a while, but she’d rather be prepared if the situation arose.