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She brought her mouth down to his, their breaths mingling before she detoured to catch the drop before it traveled down his neck. His hands fisted her hair, dragging her head back, his teeth scraping over the surface to her chin.

Any semblance of control was lost when his lips met hers. His hips lifted to meet hers until he was so deep she cried out at the power and thrill of it. Both his hands gripped her hips now as they found their rhythm. Each downward thrust filled her up and rubbed against her clit until the lights across the lake wavered in the distance.

They fuzzed around the edges and breathing seemed too complicated a problem to solve. She threw her head back and rode him harder, fighting her way out of the dimness until the stars overhead gleamed like points of fire that matched the ones alive inside of her.

He wrapped his arms around her back, his mouth latching onto her breast as they both fed each other’s release. She clamped down on him, her entire body going stone still on the outside. Every nerve ending frayed on the inside until she was nothing but white-hot light.

Sweat built between them as he thrust up inside of her again and again, her name a litany of curses, his nickname for her andfinally her name. He groaned out a breath, dragging her down against him until he could bury his face in her neck.

She sagged against him, lightning trapped under her skin.

Had a storm come up?

She was positively vibrating over him.

“Don’t let go.”

Was that her voice?

“No,” he said against the skin between her shoulder and neck. “There’s no way I could.”

Six

Vance’s heartrate regulated to hers. From gallop to a slow crawl as she relaxed against him. He stroked down her back, his shirt still on her—hell, the only thing against her skin was him or his clothes. His hold tightened. He liked the idea of that a little too much.

He slipped under the shirt to her skin, finding her cool to the touch. “I should probably get you inside.”

She turned her face into his neck. “You’re going to have to carry me. I think you broke me.”

He kissed her temple. “Mutual breaking, Goldie.”

She rested her cheek against his. “I didn’t see this happening when I got to the game this evening.”

“It sure as shit wouldn’t have been with that douchebag you met up with.”

She giggled. “No. In fact, I have to plan some way to get my best friend back for that set-up. How could she think he was my type?”

“You sure she’s your best friend?”

“I’m beginning to wonder.”

She sat back on his lap and he missed her weight and warmth right away. Even more than that, he wanted back inside her perfect pussy. She shifted her shoulders until her breasts settled back into her bra.

“I miss them already.”

She snorted and looked away with a blush.

He cupped her cheek and brought her eyes back up to him. “Stay.”

Her face softened. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She stood unsteadily, buttoning his shirt against the wind off the water. Having sex in a chair hadn’t been the brightest of moves on his part, but damn if it hadn’t been fun. He tied off the condom and set it down then hiked his pants up and zipped them enough to stay up before he scooped her off her feet.

“Vance.”

Her breathy laughter made the gesture more than worth it. “You said you needed me to carry you back.”

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