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sculpt the man. He wasn’t perfect—there were scars here and there—his arms, one on his chest, a few on his legs. The funny thing was, that only added

to the pure maleness of him. He was so…real. His body wasn’t one created in the gym. It

was honed from daily, backbreaking work, and it showed. All that beautiful muscle, and

she couldn’t resist skimming her palms over his chest, down his stomach, his hips.

Her

gaze lifted to his. He watched her as she touched him, but he hadn’t said a word.

His eyes

said it all—such male approval in the intensity of his gaze. She fisted his cock—so hot,

so utterly primal. He hissed, the sound shooting right to her core. She grew wet and

anxious and needy just touching this part of him, stroking him, feeling him surge against

her hand in silent demand for more. She knew right then that what was going to happen

between them was going to be incredible.

He threaded his fingers through her hair and brought her face to his, his lips covering

hers, his tongue entering her mouth with such depth, such passion, that it stole her breath.

And still, she held on to him, continuing to squeeze and stroke him, feeling the weight

and heat of him in her hand until he grasped her wrist and pulled her hand away, pushing

her body down on the bed and covering it with his.

His cock surged between her legs, teasing her sex until she shuddered with the need

to feel him inside her. His kisses, the way his hands roamed over her body, tortured her,

made her need their joining with desperation.

And still, all he did was kiss her, move against her, palm her sex with his hand and caress her in easy, gentle strokes that stoked the fire inside her to an inferno. She was

going to climax—for the second time tonight—and Jake hadn’t even had his first one yet.

But she couldn’t stop it, not the way he possessed her with masterful strokes, easy and yet

demanding, taking her ever higher until she had no hope to maintain control. She burst

into a fiery orgasm, arching against his hand and whimpering as she rode the flames he

stoked, holding tight to Jake until she collapsed.

He stroked her breasts and belly until she turned to him and smiled, then he kissed

her, cupped her sex, and began again, sliding his fingers inside her and bringing her

desire up full force yet again. She tore her lips from his and searched his face.

“Jake, please.”

His jaw was set tight as he looked down at her. But she knew it wasn’t anger in his expression—it was the same gripping need she felt. He rolled over and opened the drawer

on his night stand and pulled out a condom, tore open the package and put it on, then

parted her thighs as he moved between them. He slipped one hand underneath her, raising

her butt, and settled on top of her, sliding his tongue along her bottom lip, then kissing

her with a feather light touch that made her shudder.

He slid inside her, slow and easy, his gaze glued to hers as he did. It was such a powerful, emotional moment. She knew she was making too much of it, that it was just

sex and nothing more. But this whole night had been so different than any other for her,

she couldn’t help it. Jake was special, and despite the internal warning in her head to keep

her heart intact, as soon as he scooped her up and held her tight and started moving

against her, it was so sweet and so tender, her heart just lost it. She was invested and she

knew she was hopelessly in love with him.

He shifted, flexed his fingers against her hip and surged, giving her more. She dug her heels into the mattress and arched against him, meeting his every thrust. He stroked

her breasts, her neck, kissing her with such depth it moved her to tears. Lucy took it all in

with wonder and excitement, exploring everything—the way he possessed her, the look

on his face, the way he made her feel—special and loved. And maybe she was making all

this up. Maybe Jake didn’t really feel that way about her. But right now, she was the only

woman in the world to him, and nothing else mattered. It was the two of them, every

other care and concern shut out. He was focused only on her, and she on him.

And when Jake began to increase the pace, shifting so he held tight to her, pushed harder, faster, she was along for the ride, right there with him, tightening inside and close

to orgasm. He slid both hands underneath her buttocks to lift her, then buried himself

deep inside her. The intimacy unraveled her, and when he pressed his lips to hers, sliding

his tongue between them to lick at hers with the softest, velvety strokes that tingled all

over, she shattered, her orgasm bursting throughout her body. Jake thrust once more and

shuddered against her, burying his face in her neck, licking the column of her throat and

sending shivers along her skin to couple with the lightning sensations already devastating

her senses.

She floated back to reality like a falling leaf on a no wind day—easy, gently. Jake stroked her sweat-soaked body in slow, measured movements, from her collarbone to her

neck to her hips, still moving inside her.

“Mmmm,” was all she could manage.

Jake rolled to the side, bringing her with him. She loved looking at him, the way his

eyes had this satisfied, kind of glazed-over look. Did she look the same way? She hoped

so.

He let his fingers roam over her hip, gently squeezing, and still he moved against her, her body coming to life once again. She raised her leg over his hip and rocked against him. Jake’s lips curled. “I never took you for insatiable.”

“Do you know how long it’s been?”

“No. Tell me.”

“I don’t have sex often. Hardly ever, actually.” She probably shouldn’t tell him that.

Too late now.

“So you’re making up for lost time?”

She nodded. “Yes. I hope you’re up for it. I might be on a roll now.”