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damned clue about sex, that’s for sure, because if she’d had the slightest idea it felt so damned glorious, she’d have thrown away her maidenhood a long time ago.
    Her dizzy musings faded into starbursts of light and nothingness when he sucked her clit between his teeth and his tongue flicked with the frenetic energy of a hummingbird’s heartbeat. Siobhan’s back arched as she clawed at his damp skin, and she might have been screaming, but all she heard was white noise and the pounding of her own heart.
    The moment exploded, leaving her whole body raw and shocked and her pulse racing.
    She released him and melted bonelessly into the mattress, short panting breaths escaping her lips.
    “What the fuck?” she whispered.
    His head lifted from between her thighs, and the grin on his face damn near melted her resolve to feel nothing. Shane looked so goddamn proud of himself.
    “Round one.”
    “Holy.” Siobhan stared at the ceiling and tried to brush her hair from her eyes but found her limbs unwilling to respond properly. Her joints were suddenly constructed from overcooked pasta, and her pulse seemed to be throbbing in her vagina instead of her heart.
    “You okay?” he asked, the mattress shifting under his weight as he put a knee on either side of her hips and rested his hands beside her shoulders.
    She blinked at him and put a weak hand on his cheek. “Save your breath, Hewitt. Your work isn’t done yet.”
     
    Who was this woman?
    Shane had met a lot of girls in his time. A few of them had let him bed them and most others were beyond uninterested. Some had been wallflowers and others were so strong they made him feel emasculated because he knew perfectly well they could kick his ass in a fight without breaking a nail.
    But the woman under him now was something entirely different.
    She shivered, the aftershock of her orgasm shuddering across her body. Possibly her first orgasm. He smiled at the idea he’d been able to give someone their first orgasm.
    “What’s so funny?” she asked.
    He dipped low, kissing the crook of her neck before moving his attention to her tightened nipple, sucking it between his teeth and lapping the sensitive skin until she was making the nonsensical noises he’d heard moments earlier.
    “Nothing funny here,” he replied with a playful growl. “This is serious business.”
    Shane reached over and pulled open the nightstand drawer, rooting around blindly for a condom. It may have been awhile, but a hopeful man was still always prepared. Siobhan watched him with detached interest, her warm hands exploring openly now, caressing his ass and moving to cup his balls. She gave a small squeeze, and he groaned.
    “Baby…if you want me to take care of that virginity problem of yours, play nice or I’m not going to be any good to you.”
    Siobhan’s eyes widened innocently and she released him, but her fingers still dusted playful touches against his shaft, and he didn’t miss the mischievous grin on her lips.
    Finding what he’d been looking for, he ripped the condom wrapper open and rolled it on himself so quickly he was almost impressed. Or he would have taken the time to be if there wasn’t a super-hot naked girl writhing under him who needed his loving touch to save her life.
    This was one story he’d never be able to retell. Who in their right mind would believe him if he said, I once got to play hero and save the day by fucking the virginity out of a stone-cold fox. Even thinking about it, he didn’t believe it and the girl in question was underneath him, looking at him expectantly.
    “Are you—?” he started to ask, but she pressed a finger to his lips.
    “I swear to God, Shane, if you ask me that one more time, I’ll just knock you out cold and ride your unconscious body until the job is done.”
    So much for being Mister Nice Guy. He didn’t want to miss the show, so he shut up.
    He nibbled her lower lip, and she raised her hips, grinding her bare pelvis into his.