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and slipped off the bed, shucking his boots, jeans, and boxer briefs. He grabbed a condom from the bedside table, forcing himself to think about football, cars, beer—anything nonsexual—trying to cool down enough so he’d last more than thirty fucking seconds when he got inside her.
    “Let me help you with that.” Taylor was back on her knees, a gorgeous flush sweeping up from her breasts to her cheeks, and with a smile, he handed her the condom and joined her on the bed. He watched as with long, slender fingers, she tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom down his cock. She kissed him, a slow, deep, lingering kiss, and stroked him. Tension gathered at the base of his spine and low in his stomach, and his cock jumped in her hands.
    God, he normally had so much more control than this. It was as though Taylor had found his one loose thread and was pulling it every time she touched him, every time she fucking looked at him. He was coming undone. Because of her. And he needed to regain control. Go slow.
    With what he hoped was a playful smile, he gently pushed her down onto her back, grabbed her legs and spread her wide before him. He lined the head of his eager cock up with her slick entrance, reminding himself to breathe. Again.
    “Oh God, Colt. I want you inside me.”
    The word me was still on her lips as he pushed into her, and she let out a long, low moan, hooking her legs around his hips. He let out a strained half growl. She was glorious around him, hot and wet and tight. He groaned and starting pumping his hips, not going slow like he’d planned, but fucking her hard and deep.
    So much for regaining control.
    He eased his weight down on top of her, wanting more of her mouth, more of her skin against his, more of her scent. Just more.
    And it hit him. One night was never going to be enough.
    He kissed her, and she pushed up onto her elbows, as though trying to get closer to him, moaning into his mouth. He stroked in and out of her in sure, steady thrusts, pleasure skating up his spine and spreading across his body.
    “Fuck, yes,” she breathed, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him down for another hot, bone-melting kiss. “You feel incredible.” He buried his face in her neck, dragging his mouth across her skin. “Oh God, so good. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. So fucking good!” she cried out especially loudly, as he thrust deep and scraped his teeth over her earlobe. She tightened around his cock, and he knew she was building toward another orgasm. Supporting himself on one arm, he slipped his free hand between their bodies and circled his fingers over her clit. She ground up into his touch and he lowered his mouth to hers again.
    She started to come, and he kissed her through her orgasm, swallowing the delicious sounds she made, his entire world narrowing to the feeling of Taylor’s body. Around him. Under him. She trembled against him, and he broke the kiss, needing to see her as he continued to stroke in and out, thanking the universe that he hadn’t come yet. A faint sheen of sweat shone on her skin in the dim light, and he pushed a lock of her silky hair away from her face, basking in her soft textures. She pressed her cheek into his palm, the light highlighting her delicate, feminine features, and something in his chest tightened.
    He wanted to keep her. He knew he couldn’t, but he wanted to.
    She pushed up onto her elbows again and bit at his bicep. “I want to ride you.” He pulled out, grateful for the chance to regain a little more control, and rolled onto his back.
    If he lived to be a hundred, he would never, ever, experience anything hotter than the sight of Taylor Ross, sex flush glowing on her skin, blond hair all disheveled, climbing onto him and lowering herself onto his cock. She bent forward and kissed him as she started to move her hips, and his hands went to her ass, helping her.
    “I love how you feel inside me,” she said, her voice slightly ragged as she moved up and