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It had been less than an hour since their little tryst in the parking lot. Maybe he should pace himself a bit. He’d never failed to finish the deed, and he had no intention of starting at this late date. Then again, he felt like a million bucks and his cock had definitely risen to the occasion.

He pulled a package of condoms out of his suitcase and placed them within easy reach on the bedside table before he pounced onto the bed and pulled her into his arms.

Fiona melted against him like a knife into butter, a perfect fit.

He cradled the back of her head in one hand and took her lips in a kiss that sent a shiver of lust sizzling through his body.

Her skin felt incredibly smooth beneath his hands as he impatiently pushed her shirt up and cupped her breasts.

High and firm, the plump globes fit perfectly into his palms. His cock twitched, feeling almost painfully hard, and he struggled to keep himself in control. It didn’t help that her nipples puckered into tight little buds under his hands.

Damn. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this horny.

Fiona broke off the kiss and sat up on the bed.

She pulled off those sexy cowboy boots of hers and began to shrug out of her clothing.

Peeking out at him from beneath her lashes, she proceeded to toss aside one item at a time.

Kind of like an impromptu striptease with more stripping and less teasing involved.

Watching her deliciously rounded body emerge from the layers of cloth, Wyatt sucked in a deep breath.

The parking lot had been dark, and he’d been too busy getting laid to really look at her.

The woman was gorgeous. What the hell was she doing cruising dives like that bar for a quick fuck?

Then again, who was he to question the ways of a woman?

For all he knew, she could have a husband and six kids somewhere waiting for her to finish getting her rocks off.

“Let me help you with that.” His voice was thick with lust as he pushed her hands aside and deftly undid the stubborn zipper on her jeans. She grinned at him as she balanced on her haunches and pushed the denim down over her ankles.

Fully naked now, Fiona licked her lips, focusing her attention on his thick shaft. “Should have guessed you’d be going commando.”

He shrugged. “One less thing to worry about.” He grabbed one of the little foil pouches and sheathed himself. Ready for action.

Fiona reached out and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, and a jolt of erotic heat sizzled through him. Letting out a low growl, he pushed her back onto the bed and fastened his mouth on hers.

Damn, she tasted amazing. Like sunlight and laughter and sex all rolled into one. For a moment, he hesitated. She was incredible, a real beauty. He had no idea why she’d decide she wanted him, but deep down inside, he knew she deserved better. Then again, maybe he deserved a night with no regrets.

He nipped at her full bottom lip and then set about exploring her mouth with his tongue.

He couldn’t get enough of her, running his hands over her silken skin and mapping every delightful curve of her ample figure.

This time he wanted to do it right and that meant foreplay, making sure she was ready for him before he just rammed himself home.

He was lucky she hadn’t taken off after he’d been crass enough to fuck her in the parking lot of a bar.

Fiona shifted restlessly beneath him. She was here, and she obviously wanted him. No point in questioning his luck, just be thankful she’d picked tonight to go cruising.

Lifting his head, he flared his nostrils and took her scent deep inside himself before flicking his tongue across one tightly pebbled nipple.

Her shiver of pleasure urged him on, and he settled in to lick and suck at the generous mounds.

He could spend the rest of his life worshipping her perfect breasts.

“Wyatt…”

“Mmm?”

“Quit fooling around. I need to feel you inside me.”

He lifted his head to stare down into her eyes. “Are you sure? I’m trying to be a gentleman here, build a mood, work my way up gradually, you know, and it’s not easy.”

She giggled. “I don’t want a gentleman, I want the cowboy I saw riding that mechanical bull, and I want him to fuck me. Now.”

He was just selfish enough to take that as permission to skip right to the good stuff.

They’d have the next several hours to take it slow.

He doubted either of them would be getting much sleep tonight.

Straddling her hips, he ran one hand down across her mound, parting the soft folds that guarded the entrance to her sex.

Moisture met his questing fingers. She was ready, more than ready, to accommodate him.

Grasping his cock in one hand, he pushed the broad head against the entrance to her pussy.

He gritted his teeth, willing himself to wait as she twisted and whimpered beneath him, wait until she couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Damn it, fuck me!”

That’s what he’d been waiting for. One hard thrust and he was buried balls deep inside her. Damn, the woman was tight! She let out a moan at his abrupt invasion, and he paused for a moment to let her adjust to him.

“Oh God, that feels good.” She began to squirm sensuously beneath him, wrapping those gorgeous legs of hers around his waist.

“God has nothing to do with it.” He withdrew almost completely and then thrust back inside her welcoming warmth. Hunger flared hard, and he clamped down on his lust with an iron control. It was suddenly important to him that she see him as more than just a dumb, horny cowboy.

He kept the pace slow at first, shafting her with long hard strokes that had her clawing at his back. He’d have a few scratches come morning! Gradually, he increased the tempo, thrusting fast and hard.

Her slick wetness drove him crazy, her pussy gripping his shaft tightly with every stroke. He luxuriated in the feel of her body surrounding him as desire and sizzling heat fogged his brain.

He could die right here, right now and he’d die a happy man.

The climax burst over him with the power of a tsunami, dragging him down into a bottomless whirlpool of ecstasy. Heat seared through him, pleasure so intense it wiped out everything but the present moment. Him. Her. Them. They merged together in a glorious burst of sheer joyous fulfillment.

He knew the exact moment she joined him in the climax. She stared up at him, eyes dark with passion and wonder, lips parted just enough to let a wordless whisper escape.

Careful not to crush her, he collapsed on the bed beside her, holding her tight in his arms. “Damn. That was amazing.”

He reached up to tuck a stray lock of hair back behind her ear and dropped a kiss on the side of her lips. Draping an arm across her soft belly, he closed his eyes.

They lay there for what seemed like an eternity as their breathing slowly returned to normal. He could feel her body quiver as the aftermath of their amazing climax continued to ripple through her. She moved, shifting in his arms so that she lay on her side facing him.

Opening his eyes, he found himself staring directly into hers. Not a bad way to wake up. He could drown in those deep pools every morning and die a happy man.

Now where the hell had that thought come from?

This was a one-off, a single night of pleasure before he went and started his new job. A new job at a church, no less. How the hell had his old army buddy talked him into that one?

She sighed and wrinkled her nose. “Any chance we could order in a pizza or something? I had supper earlier but all this exercise is making me hungry.”

She looked adorable with her nose wrinkled. “Great idea. I think there’s a menu over by the minibar. What kind of toppings do you like?”

She shrugged, propping herself up on one elbow as he dug his phone out of his pants and crossed to the minibar. “Anything but anchovies. Lots of meat is probably a good idea. Need lots of protein for energy.” She waggled her brow suggestively. “Unless you plan to sleep for the rest of the night?”

He grinned. Where in the world had this woman appeared from? She loved sex, had lots of curves, and didn’t want to eat rabbit food. And she looked right comfortable lying naked on that bed. She couldn’t be more perfect if she tried. Pity he was leaving town in the morning.

He dialed the phone and opened the minibar with his other hand. Grabbing one of the beers he’d stocked before heading over to the bar, he held it up for Fiona to see.

She grinned and nodded, so he tossed the can to her.

Fiona caught it in one hand, popped the tab open, and tilted her head back to chug half the contents down in one long draw.

Wyatt watched in awe as the gorgeous woman in his bed chugged the beer down. This was going to be a night to remember!