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he
penetrated her with two of his fingers. She clutched at the bedding as he
started to pump his hand. And she realized that she was going to come at any
second, from nothing more than this.
    Nick was smiling as she
shamelessly tried to ride his hand, fumbling for purchase on the bed as the
sensations built up to a delicious peak. She cried out uninhibitedly as the
pressure broke and she came hard around his fingers.
    “Damn,” Nick breathed, as she
panted and shook. “Damn, you’re so incredibly hot.”
    She was still gasping and
trying to orient herself, but she loved the sound of the words. She loved that
he seemed to like her embarrassing eagerness. He seemed to think it was sexy.
She grabbed for his shoulders and pulled him down on top of her, and she kissed
him just as hard as he’d kissed her.
    She bunched his T-shirt up in
her hands as their tongues dueled and played. She wanted to get it off. She
wanted to feel his skin.
    Nick must have realized what
she was doing because he broke out of the kiss just long enough to grab his
shirt and pull it off over his head. She smiled in pleasure at the sight of his
bare chest, although he immediately kissed her again, so she couldn’t spend
much time appreciating the view.
    His body was firm and strong
and hot as an oven beneath her hands. It was like there was some kind of fire
inside him—one she’d never been aware of before—and the heat from it was
radiating out to consume both of them. She could feel the hair on his chest
against her breasts, the bulge of his arousal against her hip. Her previous
orgasm didn’t come close to satisfying the deep hunger overwhelming her.
    She reached for his waistband
and tried to push down his pants so she could feel all of him. His body was
pressed against her, though, so she couldn’t get them down. She tugged and
tugged, whimpering in frustration when she only got the pants a few inches
down.
    “What are you doing?” Nick
murmured thickly. He was smiling as he lifted his head.
    “Trying to get your damned,
ugly pants off.”
    He chuckled and lifted his
hips, so she could get the waistband past his erection. “They’re not ugly.”
    “They’re ugly and ancient and
falling apart. You need to throw the stupid things away.” Despite her words,
she was smiling too as she finally pushed down the pants and got a good look at
his naked body. He wasn’t waxed and sculpted into some sort of artificial work
of art. He was real and natural and damned sexy, with his long limbs, toned
muscles, coarse hair, and a nicely sized erection.
    When she glanced back up at
his face, his expression had changed. He must have seen her appreciation and
really liked it.
    “Did you get a condom?” she
asked, her throat feeling overly tight with an emotion she didn’t recognize.
    He reached over to pick up a
packet he must have laid on the bed earlier. He tore it open, but then she took
it out of his hands so she could roll it on him herself.
    “You ready for this?” he
asked, his eyes searching her face closely as he settled himself between her
legs.
    “Oh yeah. Please hurry up.”
She parted her legs and bent her knees and grabbed for his ass so she could
move him into position more quickly.
    She was wet, really aroused,
so he didn’t have any trouble easing himself inside her. He was big, though,
and she was tight from going so long without sex, so she arched up with a
broken gasp as he sank in more deeply.
    “Okay?” he asked, holding
himself very still.
    Her eyes were closed, but it
felt like Nick was still searching her face. “Yeah. Oh, yeah.” She rolled her
hips, relaxing her inner muscles until he fit comfortably inside her. “This is
going to be so good.”
    “Damn right it’s going to be
good.” It sounded like he was smiling as he gave a few little thrusts, like he
was trying it out.
    She moaned at the resulting
sensations and finally managed to open her eyes. Staring up at him, she was
once again overwhelmed by the fact