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He caught his breath at the sight of her pert breasts, dusky pink nipples, and pretty collarbones.

The sweet curve of her stomach and hips made him want to taste her belly button and much, much more.

She leaned forward to kiss his neck and run her lips over his rough jaw up to his ear.

Pressed her hot core against his desperate cock .

She moved over him, pliant and sinuous. Greedy and definitely willing.

He wanted to be inside her. He wanted inside her more than he needed his next breath.

The fact it was wrong didn’t matter. The fact it went against everything he’d ever believed was irrelevant. He wanted her anyway.

Was it because they’d both come so close to death today? That would be a lame excuse because he’d wanted her from the moment he’d first seen her last night. He’d just been too worried about what other people might think to even contemplate the idea.

Ironic because most of the time he couldn’t give a flying fuck what people thought of him, but getting older seemed to have made him more rather than less susceptible to being judged.

He might not be in his twenties anymore, but what he lacked in youth he more than made up for in stamina and experience.

He lifted her up in his arms and took three steps to the bed, falling onto the soft covers—as close to Heaven as he’d ever experienced. He cradled her head and kissed her long and hard and felt her legs wrap around his hips, drawing his erection against her core.

The only reason he wasn’t inside her right now was because of her fucking pajama bottoms. He should have gone with a T-shirt, or nothing at all. Forgotten to buy her clothes of any kind because he’d rather have her naked.

He moved against her gently, angling himself over her clit as he explored that sweet mouth, time and again. Driving her up and up. Relishing the bite of her nails in his skin, digging into his back as her legs twined with his.

Her gasps told him she was close, but rather than let her go over that edge he scooted down the bed to her breasts, sliding his hands under her rib cage and raising her up to his mouth to feast. He sucked her nipple between his lips, scraping his teeth and unshaven jaw gently over the tip until she moaned with want.

He drew back and admired the aroused raspberry tip.

Then he did the same to the other one, wetting it with his mouth and then blowing over the sensitive skin.

Rowena closed her eyes and gripped the pillows.

“I can’t take any more.”

He glanced up. Hesitated.

Did she mean stop?

He should be stopping, he realized. He shouldn’t be touching her at all. He braced his elbows to move away.

She wrapped her thighs tight around his hips and grabbed his short hair firmly, met his gaze with fever-bright eyes. “Please don’t stop.” She bit her bottom lip which was still glossy from his kisses. “Please.”

How could he resist?

“Yes, ma’am.”

She melted against the pillows and laughed. “I love it when you call me that. It makes me hot.”

Hell. “Yes, ma’am .” He drew it out and sat back.

He put his hand on the waistband of those hated pajama bottoms that he wanted to burn.

He drew them slowly over curved hips to reveal pale legs and a neat triangle of dark hair between creamy thighs.

She raised both legs in front of him, and he tugged the pants over her ankles and tossed them aside.

And then she was naked before him.

God, she was perfect.

She took his hand and tried to draw him back down to her.

“What’s the hurry? I’m admiring the view.”

She blushed prettily, then traced a finger over his nipple and tweaked it the way he’d done to her. It didn’t have the same effect but seemed to entertain her.

“Where was I?” He cocked his head and slid down her body and kissed a trail down her stomach, pausing to explore her navel, which made her giggle.

“You’re ticklish? ”

“Very.” She narrowed her gaze. “If you exploit that fact, you will be sorry.”

He grinned. “Will I? Funny, I don’t feel very sorry right now.”

Even though he should. Instead, he moved farther south and opened her thighs wide and sank his tongue inside her.

She cried out and grabbed the headboard. “Oh!”

He couldn’t agree more. He could feast on her for days and still be starved. He licked and explored this unknown territory like he was memorizing a direct-action plan for an immediate assault.

He held her still when she tried to move her hips.

Speared her clit with his tongue until her thighs began to quiver and shake.

He slipped a finger into her slick hot core and found the spot that made her cry out with pleasure as her whole body shook from hitting her climax.

He’d never seen anything more beautiful.

When she came down from the high, she opened her eyes and ran her fingers through his hair. “I want you inside me.”

He crawled up the bed over her, his penis nudging her hot, wet opening. A cold wash of reality penetrated his simple brain. “I don’t have a condom.”

Usually, he’d carry them for survival reasons, but they were in his other bag this time. The one back in the States.

She held his gaze. “I’m on birth control pills. For my periods but it works just as effectively as actual birth control.”

The idea of being inside her was so tempting, clouding good judgment and common sense.

“I don’t have any STDs, but I guess you’d only have my word for that.” She bit her lip and frowned as if about to say more.

He rested his forehead against hers. “I had a physical three months ago. Bloodwork was normal, and I haven’t been with anyone since. But you only have my word for that too.”

Holding his gaze, she raised her knees and tilted her pelvis so he was almost there. “I trust you.”

He wanted her so desperately he thought his jaw might break from clenching it so tight .

She widened her legs further, and he shuddered with desire.

“I want to feel you inside me.” Her words were a whisper. Her green gaze captivating. “I need to feel you inside me.”

It was every guy’s dream to have unprotected sex with a beautiful, willing woman.

And if one of his men came to him having gotten a girl pregnant or caught the clap because they’d decided a condom didn’t really matter, he’d smack them around until their ears rang.

And, dammit, she must have fed him some hallucinogenic drug because he believed every word she said—or maybe he was simply willing to pay the price of being wrong. Any price.

“Please.”

He ignored every bit of common sense he’d ever possessed and sank slowly inside this woman, and the sensation was worth every possible worst-case scenario as her tight flesh slowly allowed him entry.

He worked his way inside her, taking his time because the look in her eyes was a little uncertain despite her confident words.

Finally, he was all the way home, her inner muscles squeezing his throbbing cock, and it felt so good he couldn’t breathe.

“Is that okay?”

She swallowed. “Not okay. Incredible. Amazing.” Her back bowed up off the bed as she stretched against him.

He huffed a laugh. It did feel incredible and amazing. It had been a long time since sex had been this good. Like they were genuinely in tune and connected as opposed to going through the motions simply to get off.

And maybe he was drunk or something because this was just sex, and he’d be a fool to think it was more.

He started to move. Keeping the pace slow until her breathing relaxed and she started touching him again.

Scraping her fingernails over his pecs and up to rub the pad of her finger across his bottom lip.

They were both putting a lot of trust in one another, her especially.

Perhaps that was why it felt different, almost sacred.

Or maybe because he was a lucky sonofabitch to be touching Rowena this way and smart enough to know it .

He kissed her again, and she kissed him back. He drove into her a little bit harder, making sure she was okay with what he was doing. She started moving against him, matching his rhythm, matching his force, driving him out of his mind with lust at the fact she wanted this as much as he did.

He pulled her knee up and ground against her, going deeper on each thrust. If there were a way to get closer, he would have.

“Oh, oh. Oh.” She cried out, and he wasn’t ready for it to end yet. Not yet. But as she rippled around him and squeezed his cock, he was helpless not to follow her over that blinding edge where pleasure burst through him in a wave of pure oblivion.

He lay there breathing into the pillow, scared to open his eyes and see regret on her features.

“You’re so pretty.” Her words brushed over him like a feather over a raw nerve. Her hand slid over his back to the same effect.

“Is there a mirror on the ceiling?” His voice was gruff.

She laughed. “Has a woman never told you you’re insanely attractive?”

He opened his eyes, shot a look up to the ceiling to make sure. “I keep hearing words coming out of your mouth, but they don’t make any sense. Are you talking to yourself? Maybe you’ve lost your mind after all that incredible sex.”

“Oh, thanks a lot. Now you’re calling me crazy.”

Apparently, there was no fool like an old fool. “I’m not calling you crazy, but it would certainly explain a lot.”

“I’m not crazy.” She pushed at his shoulders even as her eyes sparkled with amusement. “But it was incredible. Thank you.”

He touched her face, shocked that not only had she let him make love to her but was now thanking him for the privilege. Maybe it was a British thing, but it seemed wrong.

“No. Thank you .”

She opened her mouth to say something else, probably to argue from the glint in her eye, but he pressed a finger to her lips. “Let’s agree it was phenomenal and exactly what we both needed after a day from hell. Now, you need to eat.”