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to have fun and live a little, he wanted to make absolutely sure. So that there were no regrets afterwards.
    “Are you sure about this? We can stop.”
    “No, I don’t want to stop.” She raised her arms above her head, one breast bared, the other covered. A modern day Venus di Milo . “I want you.”
    And he wanted her. Relieved that she wanted to continue, he pressed himself against her, lifting one of her legs around his hips. He started to raise her other leg.
    She pressed her hands against his chest. “I’m heavy.”
    Heavy? He snorted. “Listen, sugar, you’re perfect just as you are.”
    Shock flickered across her face, and he had this sudden urge to hurt anyone who had made her think that she wasn’t. Aw, hell, he needed to be inside her before he started doing something stupid, like composing poetry to her pouty, kissable mouth.
    Her legs wrapped around his waist, and he had his cock poised at her entrance when the skies opened up. Rain sluiced around them, their clothes sticking to their bodies, her clothed breast just as naked as her bared one. Her hair plastered to her face, and he brushed the slick strands away. He pressed his mouth against hers, capturing her gasp when he thrust inside. Thunder boomed and the earth shook from the force of it. Or maybe it was just them, finally coming together.
    She was so tight, so hot, so wet around him. His hands tightened on her ass, bringing her up higher as he withdrew and pushed back inside. A flash of lightning lit up the sky, illuminating her flushed face. Damn, she was so beautiful. She fluttered kisses on his face. Then she scraped her teeth lightly against his jaw, nipping him on the chin. When she took his bottom lip and sucked it, something inside him snapped.
    He slammed in and out of her, hitting her deep inside. Her fingers scratched over his back, and if he hadn’t still been wearing his shirt, Wes knew he would have been marked.
    She was tightening around him, spiraling out of control. As was he. He bent to lave her nipple with his tongue, then suckled her into his mouth as he pounded into her. She said something—maybe his name—he couldn’t make it out over the din of his heartbeat, the rain, and the thunder that approached nearer and nearer. He could barely function or think beyond this .
    He pulled out, waiting until she opened her eyes. Then he thrust back inside, hitting the sweet spot that made her scream and shatter, and drove him over the edge with her. As he came, another tremble shook her frame, almost an aftershock of her orgasm. Her sigh of satisfaction stole through his body. He pressed his forehead against hers, willing his pulse to return to normal. Hoping the storm inside him would fade away.
    That wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.
    When he felt that they had regained some control, he set her down. She wobbled a bit, and he quickly steadied her. Rain continued to pour, and droplets of water ran down her face. Her shirt was soaked clear through, leaving little to the imagination. He wanted to bend her over and take her from behind. This time, he’d take her slow and sweet, teasing her until she fell apart in his arms. Just like that, he was hard. All over again.
    He shifted on his feet, trying to ignore the growing bulge in his jeans. Please don’t let her eyes go down that way . He was a weak man. He’d have her, again and again and again. And he wanted to keep this as it was: a one-night stand. He wasn’t meant for anything long-term, given how his dad had cheated on his mom, his commitment issues, and his fairly recent break-up. He’d left his ex because she wanted marriage, and he was nowhere near ready for that sort of thing. For his sake, he needed to put up the walls. Now. That way, Ginny would get the picture.
    But first he needed to make sure she was fine. She hadn’t moved since they’d broken apart, and that worried him slightly. “You okay?”
    She blinked at him, like he was asking the stupidest question on