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One eyebrow raises, as if she doesn’t believe me. I slide her off me and grab the condom, sheathing myself in record time. Then I hoist her by the waist and lie back, positioning her so she straddles me. Outside, the rain pounds the windows and the wind rocks the boat.

A gleam lights her pretty eyes as she lifts her ass, takes me in hand, and directs me to her entrance. Her eyes stay riveted to mine as she lowers herself. One swift motion, and her muscles encase me.

It’s … this is … the sensation is so fucking amazing it’s indescribable.

Her mouth drops open, and she lets out a sharp gasp. I don’t gasp. Being the smooth operator I am, I curse instead, and I have no idea what I say.

Her lids drift closed, and her lips stay parted. She begins to move, slowly at first. That’s indescribable too. Her body snakes as she slides up and down.

God, what a sight.

I palm her breasts, and she bites down on her bottom lip and sighs … or moans … or mewls. Which sound she makes, I can’t say—and I don’t care. Pumping my hips, I thrust up, wanting more, needing more, chasing that more. Her pace picks up. It’s still not enough.

Out of my mind with desire for this woman, I roll us over, still seated inside her. She parts her legs wider, and I only need a second to tunnel all the way in. She blinks up at me with an adorable smile. “Hi,” she murmurs. There’s something so intimate about this simple word, and if I wasn’t already falling for her, this tips me over the edge.

“Hey, you.” The words come out as more of a growl.

Half-masted fern-green eyes lock on mine as her hands glide down my back and land on my ass. Mine travel up to caress her hair. My thumb strokes the satiny skin along her jawline. Watching her face, I pull out almost completely and drive back inside, and I’m rewarded when her back bows and she cries, “Oh God, yes!” Her hands fly above her head and brace against the backboard, and her eyes shut. Pure pleasure plays across her gorgeous face.

This boy needs no more encouragement. My mouth crashes down on hers, stealing the carnal noises she makes. Releasing her mouth, I pound into her, and her hips rise in rhythm to meet the onslaught my body unleashes. It’s feral and fast and feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

I crane my head and watch our two bodies slam together. Our mating dance is erotic as hell, the movements a combination of violence and ecstasy. I’m lost in it.

Sweat beads along my hairline, on my chest, and I’m fighting to hang on so I can drive her over the edge before I get there—and I’m only a millisecond away.

Her cries pitch higher. My hands slide beneath her, and I tilt her pelvis up and change the angle. When her back arches off the bed, I’m presented with a rosy nipple, so I latch on and suck, hollowing my cheeks.

A long, shrill gasp escapes her, and her movements turn erratic as her muscles clamp down on me.

My vision fills with stars. They explode against a black canvas, and a guttural groan rips from my lungs as I follow her down. I’m enveloped in sweet, warm darkness.

Chapter 26

Jumping Track

Jackie

The expression about the earth moving under one’s feet has been bandied about forever. In fact, someone wrote a hit song about it. Until now, though, I wasn’t sure exactly what it meant. Now I do because … Oh. My. God. What was that?

The earth didn’t merely move. It opened up and swallowed me whole, and now I’m floating boneless in an underground river of lava that somehow doesn’t incinerate me, though my skin is seared anywhere that Colby’s touched me. And that’s pretty much everywhere—especially inside me, where a delicious ache reminds me that what we just did is real and not merely a wonderful fantasy.

He lies half-on, half-off me, his head resting in the crook of my neck. I savor the weight pinning me down. Shallow, heavy breaths fall on my collar bone, and his beard tickles my inflamed skin. My fingers rest on his head and play with his soft strands while my other fingers draw figure eights on the arm bent across my upper abdomen. One of his big, rough hands covers my left breast, over my heart, making me feel oddly protected. My own breath rises and falls as I try to slow down my galloping pulse.

So that’s what amazing sex feels like. My mind takes an unfortunate detour to Colby delivering amazing sex to other women, coming apart with other bed partners like he just did with me, reminding me he’s a hockey player and I’m no one special. Those are the doubts Randy left me with, and I throw them off like a moldy blanket. I want to bask in this afterglow, even if it’s business as usual for the captain of the Gail.

He lifts his head, and his chin digs into my shoulder. “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself.”

“Are you okay?” His storm-gray eyes pierce mine, and his dark brows pinch together with concern, even as his calloused palm rubs the breast he’s been lavishing with his hot mouth. It’s damn sensitive, and arousal stirs between my legs.

God, so much more than okay are words I keep to myself. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

He rolls to his side, props up an elbow, and rests his head against the heel of his hand. His other hand continues its lazy play, and I fight the urge to squirm. “I didn’t mean to be so, uh … so rough. I guess I kind of lost my mind for a second there.”

My foolish heart soars with the thought I am different to him. Once things started between us, they heated up fast, and we were in a wild rush to get naked. I know I was. I hope I didn’t misread him and that he was just as excited as I was.

“You’re sure you’re okay? I didn’t hurt you?” he prompts.