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mirrored the motion against her sex. He wanted to begin there every night for the rest of her life. He would go to sleep drunk on the taste of her. Her fingers pulled at his shoulders, her nails scraping his skin urgent.
    “…you…I need you….”
    “I’m coming, baby.” He comforted her, one last stroke of his tongue for luck across her drenched sex before sliding up her body. Her hands tugged at his boxers, shoving them down. He paused at her breasts, worshipping each nipple before kicking the boxers into the darkness. The cool air only increased the heat burning between them. His cock bobbed with eagerness as he shifted, grabbing a condom from his discarded pants pockets. Sheathed, he knelt between her legs, his body aching as the tip of his cock brushed against her wet entrance.
    He reached between them, his gaze watching her face. He wanted to watch every nuance of her expression as he sank into her. Her hand wrapped around the head of his cock, her thumb stroking the moisture from the slit and then she guided him, pressing him against her entrance, hips lifting to pull him in when he sank home.
    Heat locked around him. She was tight. So gloriously tight .
    One thrust and the last barrier between them fell.
    His insides jerked and his eyes widened.
    She’s a virgin .
    “Don’t you dare.” She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, taking every, hard inch of him.
    His balls were going to explode.
    “Rebecca,” he groaned, diving in for a kiss.
    “Love me, Luke. Just love me.”
    Always .
    He sank into her, holding on to sanity by his fingertips while she got used to him. He wasn’t a small man and she was so damn, deliciously tight. But her impatient nails raked along his ass and up his back and then he thrust again, driving into her slowly at first, but with increased tempo.
    He wanted her pleasure to last forever, but even as he tried to slow down, her hips rose up to meet him greedily stealing the pace away. His balls slapped against her ass and then he came, hard, violent jets of pleasure that turned his insides to jelly. He shook with release and imagined filling her to the brim, marking every sweet part of her sex with the scent of him.
    Mine.
    She’s always been mine.
    She always will be .
    Collapsing, he took care not to crush her, but she refused to unwind from him and let him roll away. Sweet kisses touched his face, brushed along his cheek and teased his mouth.
    “So.” Her voice blew out on a breathy whisper. “What are we doing tomorrow night?”
    Laughter wheezed out of him. Rising up on his arms, he gazed down at her sweat-dampened face. Grabbing the second blanket, he pulled it over them, trapping their body heat lest she begin shivering. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
    “What? That I’m a twenty-eight-year-old virgin?” Shyness drifted across her face and she ducked her chin.
    “Hey.” Luke nuzzled her cheek, gently nudging her expression away from the shadows. “It’s okay.”
    “No it’s not,” she laughed, shifting beneath him to rub her face with one hand. “I always wanted you. I had this idea in my head that after playoffs and divisionals that year, it would be you and me and we could explore it. But then you left and I just…I never wanted anyone else.”
    “Ever, baby?” He frowned, torn between delight and discomfort.
    “Nope. I told you I compared every other man to you and the older I got, the easier it was just to ignore it. They weren’t you.”
    “So why were you in the bar tonight?” Curiosity stretched in him, claws threatening to puncture the perfect moment. But he wanted to know. He wanted to know everything, every thought, every dream, every nuance of her expression. He had ten years of catching up to do and he wanted to start right then.
    “Promise you won’t laugh?” Her cheeks pinkened, the flush spreading up from her neck and setting her eyes sparkling. His sweet Rebecca remained the innocent, cheerful girl wrapped in a woman’s