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pussy.
    Just as the realization dawned on her, she shivered with a feeling of unease. Feeling this way about a one-night stand was a no-no.
    Then he pulled out and then pushed slowly back into her.
    She gasped and clutched him close. Then they were fucking each other again. And everything in the world was delicious. When they came within seconds of each other, she wondered if she dared hope for more than a one-night stand with him.
     

Chapter Three
     
    Carter woke just before dawn. With his body curled behind Kira’s, he savored the pleasure of feeling her warm ass pressed against his bare groin. Although he was long past the time when he constantly needed to have his cock buried inside a woman, he felt an almost overpowering urge to ease her onto her belly, gently part her nether cheeks, and slip his bare cock deep into her ass. Of course that was not going to happen.
    He contented himself with kissing the back of her neck and stroking his palm over her breasts and thighs. While the resultant sensations pleased him, he frowned, annoyed by a sudden unwanted emotion. You got what you wanted. You took the edge off your sexual hunger. Now get your ass in gear and get the hell out of here before she wakes and woman–like decides to complicate what has been an almost perfect night. If you stay much longer, you might decide you want something more than sex from her.
    Who the hell knew sex with a full–figured woman with lovely dark skin could be so sexually rewarding? Or so emotionally confusing? It was probably a woman just like her who had turned his best friend Dan on so much that he now dated black women exclusively. G et a grip man. It was sex. There’s no need to lose perspective. Granted it had been great sex, but still just sex. Don’t let lust make you greedy. Neither one of you could want or expect any more from a one-night stand than you’ve already experienced.
    Before he lingered long enough to allow his cock to get him into trouble that he might find it difficult to extricate himself emotionally from, he planted a last kiss against the back of her neck and rolled away from her.
    But standing looking down at her, he found himself thinking of the first line of one of his favorite Al Green’s songs: What a beautiful time we had together. He had thoroughly enjoyed exploring, tasting, kissing, and touching every inch of her dark, luscious, beautiful body.
    If you keep standing here gawking and rhapsodizing about her, you’re going to get back in bed with her. Once you do that, you’re going to want another fuck…or two. And that would be a bad idea. So put your lust away and get out of here. He pulled the sheet up from her waist to cover her enticing breasts.
    What the hell? He caught himself and gave himself a mental shake. Get the hell out of here already. He turned from the bed and looked around for his clothes. As soon as he slipped on his shirt, the scent of her perfume, assailed his senses. Smiling, he buttoned it. Once dressed, he found leaving her far more difficult than it should have been. He stood by the side of the bed staring down at her again. She was no more beautiful now than she had been when he first looked up into her gaze the previous night. And yet he was more attracted to her than he should be given his preferences. Somehow she had managed to touch the emotions he had guarded since his divorce from his high school sweetheart five years earlier.
    Why the hell are you still here gawking at her like some love struck teenage boy at the mercy of his out-of-control and raging hormones? Despite his admonition, he found it difficult to leave without a means of contacting her again. Tearing his gaze away, he looked around the room again. Spotting her purse on the coffee table, he walked over and picked it up.
    After the slightest hesitation he opened it up and reached inside for her wallet. Minutes later, he placed her purse back on the table and stalked across the room to the entrance. When he