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Through the hot haze in her mind, she suddenly remembered something. “Is this hurting your knee?”
“Damn it, Anne, my knee is fine,” he replied in almost a growl. He gave a few little thrusts that made her cry out in pleasure. “I’m not an old man, you know.”
“I know.” She cried out again as he gave another hard pump, the friction generating intense pleasure inside her. “God, I know. I just don’t want—” She broke off with a gasp when he thrust again.
He established a steady rhythm then, bracing one arm on the dresser and moving his hips. He held her in position with his other hand on her bottom as he took her fast and hard.
Anne had no idea what was happening to her, but she was completely out of control. She squeezed him with her legs as tightly as she could and clawed at his back as the sensations rose inside her. She made little grunts every time he pushed into her, and they kept getting louder and louder as she lost all inhibitions.
Jake was grunting too, loud and low in his throat. And he’d occasionally mutter out a word like “baby” or “so good.”
Her climax was building quickly, and she dug her fingernails into Jake’s shirt with a loud sob of pleasure when the pressure finally broke.
He was right after her, letting out a long groan as his body tightened hard and then released in lingering shudders.
She’d barely come down enough to see his expression as he came, but through the blur she recognized the pleasure and relief twisting on his face. It did something powerful to her heart. As powerful as what had just happened to her body.
“Oh God,” she gasped, slightly hoarse. She couldn’t believe she’d let go so much.
She never let go that way.
A wave of both pleasure and embarrassment washed over her as she buried her face in his shoulder.
What the hell had just happened here?
Jake was even hotter than ever, and he was just as breathless as she was. He held her tightly with both arms for a moment before he released her.
“I’ve got to get the condom, baby,” he murmured into her hair.
She pulled herself together enough to unwrap her legs and arms from him, although it left her feeling limp and shaky. He gently extracted himself from her body, and then he limped to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
She knew his knee had been bothering him.
She felt awkward, confused, and terrified at the same time. She didn’t know what was going on. It had all happened so fast. And it had inevitably changed things between them.
She didn’t trust her legs to support her, so she went to sit on the edge of the bed. She was tying her robe closed again when Jake returned from the bathroom.
He still wore his clothes—wrinkled dress shirt and the trousers from his suit. His dark hair was hopelessly tousled, and he had a heavy five-o’clock shadow that made him look even sexier than normal.
He also had a deliciously warm and relaxed look about him that she really liked.
“Why are you closing your robe?” he asked, coming over to join her at the bed.
“Because I’m not in the habit of going around naked.”
He gave her an unexpectedly rakish grin. “I think you should change your habits, then.”
She was intensely relieved at his mood, since it sounded like what had just happened wouldn’t just be a random fluke that would leave things inescapably broken between them. “I don’t think I’ll ever be in the habit of going around naked,” she told him, her breathing picking up as he slowly pushed her down onto her back and untied her robe again.
His eyes were hot and possessive as he gently moved the fabric aside to reveal her bare flesh. “That would be a real shame.”
He gazed at her for a long time, until she shifted slightly with self-consciousness. “Okay,” she said at last. “I think you’ve seen what there is to see.”
His gray eyes flickered up to her face. “I haven’t seen nearly enough of you.”
But he did bend down then and kiss his way from her collarbone to one of her nipples, where he flicked his tongue, teasing her until she made a helpless sound of pleasure.
He smiled. “I like that you’re loud.”
She sucked in an indignant breath, flushing hotly. “I’m not loud.”
