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The sound he heard next was the two of them groaning in unison. Her arms came around his back, and he began pumping, slowly at first, but her tiny cries of arousal were quickly driving him to the edge. He wanted her to come first, but… Can’t. Hold. Out. Much longer.

He clasped her bare buttocks, driving into her faster, gritting his teeth with every thrust.

Deck fastened his mouth on the side of Tori’s neck, sucking gently as he inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume and sex that was spiraling upward from their joined bodies. She stiffened in his arms, her fingers clawing at his scalp. Her breaths came faster, louder, and he knew she was on the edge, ready to explode as violently as he was.

“That’s it. Let it go,” he gritted out, pumping furiously as her walls squeezed his cock. When she screamed his name, he lost it and shot his release so hard into the condom, he worried it might break.

As he rode the powerful waves, he shuddered, pressing his forehead to hers. Beneath him, she gasped for air, repeating the words. “Oh. Oh. Ohhh.”

Deck had to agree, it was oh. The kind of amazing, mind-blowing, earth-shattering oh.

They remained where they were, as intimately as two people could possibly be. Except for the clothes. He wanted to do this all over again but with nothing between them.

He kissed her forehead then pulled away to look down at her. Her lips were parted, her breathing slowed some. “You okay?” he asked hesitantly, because he’d taken her like a wild animal. When she’d touched his chest, he thought he’d lost control, but that had been nothing compared to when she’d palmed his raging hard-on. Holy hell, the woman knew how to drive him crazy in more ways than one.

When she tilted her head back, he tensed. Normally, her face was an open book. Now, it wasn’t, and he couldn’t tell if she was about to kiss him or smack him. Slowly, she blinked, as if in a mental fog.

“Tori, you okay?” he repeated, fear wedging its way in deeper when she still didn’t answer.

A slow grin curved her lips as she clasped the sides of his face and kissed him thoroughly, hotly, leaving no doubt whatsoever that she was more than okay. Especially when she drew back just enough to whisper, “The bedroom’s that way.”

Chapter Twenty

He carried her down the hall and into the bedroom, flipping on the lights with his elbow. “Tell me something,” he murmured against her ear, sending tingles parading across her breasts. “Am I really outside your comfort zone?”

Rather than answer him because, well, all rational thought had abandoned her, Tori closed her eyes, reveling in the feel of his lips feasting on her sensitive skin.

He began dropping hot, wet kisses along the side of her neck just below her ear. “Am I?”

“Yesss,” she breathed. His taste was on her tongue. His citrusy pine scent was in her lungs. Every inch of her body was completely tuned in and totally turned on by the feel of him pressed against her. Still inside her.

In a smooth motion, he pulled out of her, setting her on her feet. He skimmed his hand up her rib cage, grazing her breast, which did absolutely nothing to help her brain function any better. All it did was spark her nipples to full, upright attention.

“Maybe if we did this again,” he murmured, his lips continuing their devastating onslaught against her collarbone, “a little slower this time, you’d be more comfortable with it.”

“Uh-huh.” She leaned into his hands, urging him to cup her breasts, which he did. The image of his mouth and teeth on her nipples was an erotic movie fast forwarding in her head.

He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples in slow, teasing circles. “Be right back.” He went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Tori wavered on her feet, staring after him. She still couldn’t believe what had just happened. She’d made love with Deck. Up against a wall. Except for her panties, all her clothes were still on yet this was by far, hands down, the hottest sex she’d ever had. And Wil’s theory about law enforcement guys carrying guns to make up for small genitalia?

Totally debunked.

She sank to the mattress and winced. Deck’s powerful thrusts had left a lasting mark on the most private parts of her body. She might not be able to sit down without wincing for a week. She grinned, anticipation rolling over her as she watched the bathroom door open.

Deck’s hair stuck up in different directions, courtesy of her fingers as she’d dug them into his hair in the throes of uncontrolled lust.

His eyes locked on to hers. He knelt, pushing up her skirt again and tugging her to the edge of the mattress. He’d zipped up his jeans, leaving the top button undone. Beneath the denim, the unmistakable bulge told her how much he wanted her again.

He leaned in to take her mouth in a deep kiss. With each sweep of their tongues, he rocked his hips against her and groaned into her mouth. She tightened her thighs around his hips, craving more contact.

“I want to get inside you,” he growled.

She could practically feel her inner walls weeping as her core muscles contracted.

He began stripping away her clothes, piece by piece, until the only garment she wore was her bra. Reaching around her back, he made quick work of the clasp when a soft huff came from the doorway. Thor.

“Sorry, buddy. Can you give us a little privacy?” He closed the door on Thor’s clearly disappointed face. “Now, where were we?”