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lost the ability to think. This gorgeous man was pushing
into her body, forcing her pussy to accept him, her walls opening with the
embrace of a lover to sheathe him more fully than latex ever could.
    He sank inside, not stopping until her body met his, their
pubic bones nudging each other in complete intimacy. “Shit, that’s good.”
    She found her voice. Barely. “Yes. Better than good.”
    He chuckled. “And I’m supposed to be the one who can use
words.”
    “Editors have to be pretty smart too,” she protested, always
defensive of her profession.
    “They do.” He smiled suddenly and swiveled his hips, making
her squirm and gasp as sparks spread through her, radiating up to the top of
her head and the tips of her toes.
    Smile and swivel. Both deadly. To her, at any rate.
    To any woman, she thought, but right now he belonged to her,
and she intended to make the very best of it.
    Sleep? Time enough to sleep when she was dead.
    He withdrew, drove back, watching her face intently all the
time, and she gasped at the impact as their bodies collided in bliss.
    His muttered “Fuck!” reflected her feelings exactly. This
was so much more, even than she dreamed or imagined, and boy, had she imagined.
    Chills chased thrills, and every time she arched her body to
meet his downward thrusts, it got better and better. Stronger every time. She
bit her lip, only to find him bending to kiss her, soothing away her teeth
marks with his tongue and then the press of his lips against hers. He tasted
her, his tongue as thorough in her mouth as his cock was in her pussy, both
driving hard but different rhythms, working her toward ecstasy.
    Her cry came from a sense of wonder. She didn’t know if her
fantasies were driving this incredible sense of rightness, of sheer,
unadulterated joy.
    He leaned up, watching her, and she saw his sweat-sheened
chest, the little eagle on his shoulder glimmering in the low light of the
bedside lamps. She saw enough to appreciate the vision of Donovan Harvey
working hard, driving them both to a place where she at least had never been
before.
    When she thought she couldn’t get any higher, he took her
there. She opened her eyes and saw him watching her intently, waiting for her
reaction. She reached for him and he kissed her again. Curling her hand around
his neck, she held him there, waited for that breathless moment when the stars
were at their brightest, just before they fell.
    She plunged down but not into an abyss. A swooping, surging
wave. Allie had never surfed, but she imagined it must feel like this, stomach
bottoming out, balance barely there, a seemingly endless fall but with a soft
landing at the end.
    No, no soft landing after all, but a sharp jolt back into
joy, bright lights exploding behind her eyes when she closed them, but she
forced them open again, wanting to keep her eyes fixed on that ice-gray, darker
now his pupils had expanded. So close to hers, so right. So fucking right.
    He drew away from their kiss, still watching her, and she
watched him right through the rest of her orgasm even though she wanted to
squeeze them shut and intensify the feelings, close her senses right down so
touch became the most important.
    Except she couldn’t. She wanted it all. Every second, every
moment of this amazing man. As she watched, he gritted his teeth, a guttural
sound making its way through them, strong, primitive and heartfelt in its
intensity.
    At last, he closed his eyes and his orgasm rocketed through
her, pushing her to another series of contractions in a gentler echo of her
first climax. The musculature of his arms was sharply defined as he locked them
in a clear effort to prevent himself falling on her.
    His chest heaved as he pulled in breath after breath. A lock
of hair fell across his forehead and he flicked it back with a toss of his head
as he gave a very shaky sound, half growl, half chuckle.
    At last he opened his eyes. “Wow, you are good, lady.”
    “We are good,” she said.