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balls with enough pressure to make Niall arch his back.
    Too much.
    He flipped their positions, grabbed her wrists, and held her arms above her head. “You’re going to kill me if you keep touching me like that.”
    She batted her lashes at him. “Guess it’s your turn to touch. Because my panties are still on.”
    Keeping one hand around both of her wrists, he slid the other between her breasts, down her belly, and dipped inside the waistband of her lace panties. She emitted a small noise of pleasure.
    Her eyes were hot gold. Her cheeks flushed as he slid two fingers into her. Just short strokes, until he was coated in her moisture, then he rubbed his thumb against the part of her guaranteed to have her hips moving. She spread her legs wider and rocked harder against his hand.
    She was beautiful and open and all Niall wanted to do was bury himself inside her. So when she came against his fingers and yelled, “Inside me, Marine!” He didn’t hesitate.
    Her panties were off and he drove himself into her in one long, hard stroke. They both shuddered and clung to each other. Her short, unpolished nails pricked his back, even as her slender legs wrapped around his hips.
    Then her lips found his. Where their first kiss was all excitement and lust, this kiss was passion and more. His breath mingled with hers and Niall felt something shift inside his chest. Unwilling to examine it, he moved his hips and let the excitement wash through them both again. Hotter and harder, but not too hard, he drove into her. She panted, she arched, and when she finally came, he thought his chest might burst.
    She reached beneath him and squeezed his balls until hehad no choice but to let go and empty himself in a blinding roar of passion. Panting, slick with sweat, he shifted on top of her and did what he hadn’t thought possible only hours before. He relaxed.
    *   *   *
    I N THE MORNING light, Hannah stood over Niall. Her big, tough Marine had needed something last night. If things had been different, she might have thought he could be the one. But he was just passing through town and her final semester started in a couple weeks. All signs definitely said he couldn’t be anything but a night of comfort.
    Dang it. She should have seen the sign last night. Hadn’t she met him at Heaven’s Gate after all? But she refused to regret. It had been the most incredible night of her life. And holy schmoley! She hadn’t known sex could be like that. Hadn’t known the power that came from being the initiator. Why on earth had she ever wasted her time on her ex and his nice-girls-don’t-ask-for-sex rules?
    Her Marine had been very responsive. And he definitely didn’t have a problem with her being the one to get them started. She smiled at the sunlight glinting off his short black hair.
    Even in sleep, he seemed rigid and formal. She’d worried the night before that he wouldn’t let go of his pain long enough to enjoy himself. And that had been a big reason why she suggested sex in the first place. He was so sad, so buried in the pain of his past that he’d been little more than a vessel of hopelessness when he’d sat down at her bar.
    Her phone beeped in reminder. She’d promised her mother she’d meet her for breakfast. Mom and Daddy had something important they wanted to discuss. Probably going to try to talk her into going to grad school again. Not that she would. She had two passions, painting and being an electrician. And grad school wouldn’t help with becoming an electrician and she couldn’t afford to pay for a master’s degree in art.
    She cleared the reminder and gave herself one more minute with her Marine. Just a little more time to soak inhis quiet, masculine beauty. He lay facedown tangled in her tie-dyed sheets. One leg jutted off the side of the bed, as if he were ready to jump at a moment’s notice. She’d have to paint