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The slow stroke sends a sharp jolt through my sensitive body. I flinch and press my palm to his shoulder.

“Too much.”

He stops at once, but the look he gives me is almost disappointed.

“I wasn’t finished.”

I reach into the bedside drawer and pull out a condom. Eric takes it from me. His gaze stays on my face as he rolls it on, then he settles between my legs and pushes in slowly.

The stretch pulls a sound from me, and Eric groans as if he feels it just as sharply. He gives me time to take each inch. When his hips finally meet mine, he stays there, watching my face while my body adjusts around him.

“Fuck,” he breathes against my mouth.

He draws back and slides into me again. Slowly. Deep enough to make my fingers tighten against his shoulders.

On the next thrust, he shifts his hips. The new angle sends pleasure through me so fast that I gasp.

“There?”

“Yes.”

He slides one hand beneath my thigh and lifts it higher. His next thrust finds the same place. So does the one after that. He drives into it again, and I make a sound that’s half gasp, half moan, too loud to hide.

I don’t have to guide him. My body has already shown him what it needs, and Eric pays attention. My thighs begin to shake.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Let me feel you.”

I come hard around him. Eric holds the same pace through the first pulse, his jaw tight with the effort. Then my body clenches around him again.

His careful rhythm falls apart. His grip tightens beneath my thigh, and he thrusts harder, each stroke losing a little more control.

“Rachel.”

The sound of my name is rough and strained. He drives into me one last time and holds himself deep, his whole body going tense as his cock pulses inside me.

Eric stays above me while the last tremors pass, his weight held on his forearms and his face against my neck. When he finally moves, it’s only to bring his lips close to my ear.

“I had more planned,” he says, lifting his head. His brows draw together. “But then you came again, and I couldn’t hold back.”

It takes me a second to realize he’s worried that finishing sooner than he meant to disappointed me.

I cup his face. “I loved that you couldn’t hold back.” I kiss the side of his neck. “Next time, I plan to make you come even faster.”

“I’m not that easy, Hartwell.”

“We’ll see.”

He grins, then gets up to take care of the condom. When he returns, he draws the sheet over us and pulls me against his chest. I settle along his side while his hand moves slowly over my back.

“What are you doing Thursday night?” he asks.

“That depends.”

“I’m busy tomorrow, but Thursday is yours.”

For half a second, I picture him spending tomorrow night across a table from another woman, giving her the same attention he gave me tonight. I dislike her at once, which is unfair since I invented her.

The jealousy catches me off guard. Eric and I have had two dates. We haven’t made any promises, and I have no right to expect an account of his time. Besides, plans doesn’t mean date. He runs an international hotel company. I know all of that. It doesn’t make the picture of him with someone else any easier to stomach. Apparently, I now care what Eric does when he isn’t with me.