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no way to disguise it as anything else, and her nails dug into his shoulder.
    â€œWant to watch you,” Luke murmured into her ear.
    His fingers moved, slowly but just right. Stroke, stroke, tug. His lips sought hers as his hand slipped a little lower, his fingers moving inside her in an echo of his tongue in her mouth. Then out again, wet, to slide along her clit with a perfect pressure, perfect pace that had her moving toward the edge so fast she couldn’t believe it.
    Things like this didn’t happen in real life. Not to her, any way. One-night stands? This would be her third, and you’d think she’d have learned her lesson after the first two. Celia wasn’t hung up on sex, but she was particular, and it always, always took her a few times with a new partner before she came.
    Chalk it up to Luke’s superior technique or her body’s overeager response to what it had gone too long without, but either way, Celia wasn’t going to complain. Her nails dug deeper, not even earning a wince from him as he kept up the slow and steady stroking against her without ever letting his gaze waver.
    She wanted to look away—how intimate this was, too much for a first encounter. Too much, almost, for someone she loved, much less a stranger. Yet something kept her eyes fixed on his as his touch inched her closer and closer to orgasm. Something kept her from tensing, from chasing away the rising pleasure before it could crest…and break.
    Celia cried out, low, as her back arched and at last her eyes closed, impossible to keep open with her climax boiling through her. It struck her like lightning, the aftershocks like thunder a moment later. She shook, suffused with the sort of ecstasy only a truly stellar orgasm brings.
    If Luke had been grinning when she looked at him again, it might’ve made her feel awkward, self-conscious, like she’d put on a show. Instead she found him studying her face, his eyes solemn, no hint of a smile of any sort. Cupping her still throbbing flesh, he leaned forward to kiss her.
    â€œThat was awesome,” he said.
    Celia swallowed a couple times before she found her voice. “Let’s go upstairs.”
    Then the grin returned, that twinkle in his dark eyes. “Yes, please.”
    â€œSo polite,” she said as she hopped off the table, stooping to pick up her panties, and led him by the hand to the hall and up the stairs to her bedroom.
    She thought Luke might rush her to the bed the way they’d rushed each other in the hall downstairs, but he lingered, looking at the framed photos she’d hung in the stairway and the hall. Not staring at them like a creepy stalker or anything, but definitely checking them out with interest. By the time they got to her bedroom door at the far end of the hall, Celia’s knees had stopped feeling so weak. She cracked open the door and peeked inside, relieved she’d made some sort of attempt at cleaning up. Living on her own, she sometimes got a little lazy about making her bed.
    â€œHey,” Luke said softly when he crossed the threshold. Like he’d just met her. Like downstairs he hadn’t made her come with his hand while he watched her.
    Celia smiled and pulled him toward the bed. “Hey.”
    Standing in front of her, he looked down when she tugged on his belt buckle. His hand passed over her hair, pausing to tug one of those annoying tendrils. He had big hands. Strong hands. His fingers squeezed her shoulder gently when she unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. Harder when she freed his cock and stroked it. Though she wanted to get a good, long look at his erection, for now she kept her eyes fixed on his face. Luke tipped his head back, lips parted, when she twisted her hand around the head of his prick, then down to the base.
    She could have made him come into her palm the way he’d done downstairs, but despite the orgasm she’d already had, her body wasn’t done with