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Her fists grab at my hair as she rocks against my mouth, her breath turning to a heavy exhalation, then a squeal, followed by a throaty growl of satisfaction that lasts for long, electric moments. She holds nothing back, and this climax is twice as long and strong as the first. She jolts and shudders as her nails scratch at my scalp and she drags in more air so she can let out another howling cry. I can actually feel her pulsing. Knowing I can unravel her—and that she won’t hide her reactions from me—is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

Finally, she sighs and goes limp under my hands. “Oh, my gosh. I can’t move.”

I give her a satisfied smirk as I fish into my pocket for a condom. I planned ahead this time, and I’m beyond ready to lose myself inside her. She watches me with heavy-lidded eyes as I tear open the foil packet. Before I can roll it down my aching length, she takes it from my hand.

“Want help?” She doesn’t wait for my reply, just sits up and fits the tip over the head.

It’s the first time she’s truly touched me, and damn if her fingers working the latex down my length isn’t already undoing me.

“Nia…”

She smiles at my distress and continues on, slowly destroying my composure with each brush of her hand. By the time I’m sheathed, my chest is rising and falling, lungs audibly working. My entire body is tense. I’m losing my mind.

Somewhere, I find the sanity to lift her from the table. I ignore her squeal of surprise as I settle her onto my lap, her legs straddling me. Then I press against her opening and work her down every one of my desperate inches. By the time I’m balls deep, she’s wide-eyed and shuddering.

“Evan…” My name is a gasp on her lips as her nails dig into my shoulders.

“I’ve dreamed of being inside you again. This feels amazing.”

She gives me a silent, frantic nod before she plants her knees on either side of my hips and begins a torturous rhythm. I brace my hands on her waist and groan at the instant friction.

Clearly, I wasn’t imagining how good we are together. At all. It’s every bit as amazing as I remember—and more. Holy hell… I can’t thrust into her fast enough. I can’t surge into her deep enough. I can’t suck her sweet nipples hard enough. Being with her is paradise and purgatory. Agony and ecstasy. It’s wrenching and animal and shattering. And I want more.

Taking her ass in my hands, I rise to my feet and lift her. Automatically, she wraps her arms and legs around me. Our eyes meet. She looks breathless and stunned.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking you to bed.”

“What?” She’s clearly dazed.

Her question morphs into a whimper when I begin to trek across the patio—and gravity propels her farther onto my cock with every step. Her nails dig into my shoulders. Her eyes plead as she writhes and moans. As she wordlessly begs me for more.

I can’t spare the brainpower to respond. I’d far rather put my energy into seizing her mouth than speaking anyway.

Once I fuse my lips to hers, I have to fight not to come undone. The house is only a dozen steps away, but as torqued up as I feel, it might as well be a thousand. I hope I fucking last until I can get her on her back.

I’m sweating as I step across the threshold. The cool shade and swirling air from the ceiling fans brush my damp skin. My head is swimming. I don’t know how I’m holding it together. As my lips crush hers, my tongue dominates our kiss. I try to focus on her pleasure, as my hazy memory guides me into the master bedroom.

The instant we reach the cool space, I topple her onto the crisp white bed and follow her down, shoving myself even deeper into her body.

We groan together. The sensations are like a supernova—hot, unstable, never meant to last.

I set a pace that’s rapid and harsh. It feels as amazing as the first time, but I’m fucking her with the desperation of a man worried that this time with her will be my last. I grip her hips, nip at her shoulder, and plunge my way into her with enough force to send her sliding up the slick sheets.

“Evan…”

Yes, I feel her tense. I’m right there with her, bucking and stroking toward the titanic explosion I know is almost on us.

“I’m here. Open your eyes. Look around.” I have to hold myself together long enough for her to do that.

Her lashes flutter up so slowly, it’s as if her body is using all its resources simply to breathe and process the pleasure. Finally, she blinks a few times and the room must come into focus because she gasps. “The fireplace!”

“And the house. They can be ours,” I assure her between gritted teeth and hard strokes. “Just. Say. Yes.”

Nia doesn’t answer, simply drags in another breath and stares at me, stunned. Damn, I can’t not kiss her. She’s the song stuck in my head. She’s the fever igniting in my blood. I can’t not be inside her in every way possible.

I take her mouth under mine one more time, and the pace of my thrusts ramps up. She’s clamping down like her orgasm is right there, and I can’t slow down. For good measure, I grind against her on the downward stroke and drag my crest against all the spots that make her clutch me and mewl.