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Trusted this stranger.
She screamed and sobbed, coming back around to find her nails had clawed the hell out of his forearms. His eyes were shadowed and dangerous in the low light, his shoulders heaving, and his mouth wet.
From her.
He hauled her off her feet and onto his lap. The struggle for pants, wallet and the crinkling foil of the most perfect sound on the earth dented the haze long enough for her to finally look down at his lap.
Holy shit.
He was so hard.
He rolled the condom over the tip, but she wanted to touch him once before latex. She pulled him away from his taut belly.
Vance gripped the wide armrest of the Adirondack chair, his muscles quivering. Hot silk. He throbbed in her hand as she stroked down once, then twice before covering his fingers to roll down the condom.
All that was going inside her.
Instead of trepidation, anticipation tingled up her back. She’d been empty for so long. She missed the fullness of having a man inside her. A man who knew what he was doing.
This man.
Somehow, she’d been missing this man whom she’d never met.
Don’t go confusing hot sex for emotions, Presley.
The rational side of her tried to shout, but that Presley was locked outside in the cold. She wasn’t under this perfect layer of bliss that Vance had created around them. There was plenty of time for smart, careful Presley to come back.
Maybe tomorrow.
Maybe next month.
She rose off his lap, steadying herself with his shoulders as she reached between them to tuck his head against her clit. She stopped there for just a second. The blunt head of his cock at her entrance crowded out all the noise in her head. This moment only happened once. She slid his shaft through her swollen center, not taking him inside just yet.
Everything would change between them now.
Suddenly panicked that she’d never recover from this, she looked up to find his golden eyes watching her. His attention bounced from where they were almost joined to her face.
Intense, amazing, fiery with want.
For her.
She’d never seen that look on a man’s face before.
How was she supposed to breathe around that?
Their blissful bulletproof coating cracked. He released the armrest and cupped her face. His fingers wound through the flyaway waves of her hair to lock his gaze with hers.
Her breath stuttered at the first inch of invasion. She breathed out a long, slow moan as he slid inside of her.
His eyes closed for a moment and a low, humming groan rumbled from his chest. “Ah, Presley.”
So good.
Full didn’t even cover it. She barely adjusted to him, but her body knew what it wanted and didn’t give her time to catch up. It had been so very long. She used the incline angle of the chair’s seat to tip her pelvis forward then rocked back.
“Oh, fuck.”
His terse language made her bolder. She rolled her hips a little and took him deep again. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. The muscle jumping in his jaw, the way his chest rose and fell as he dragged in a breath, the tiny bead of sweat that coasted down his temple.
