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for his hair to bring him back to task, but he ran his finger along her pussy lips and made every muscle in her body quiver.
    “So wet and hot.” He used one hand to spread her as his finger explored her canal, pressing in, up, circling, then pushing inside, deep inside. “Tight, kitten. So tight.”
    The motion, his touch, knowing he watched her, loved what he saw, sent flashes and explosions through her brain. “Oh God, I…”
    “You’re right there, aren’t you, Marilou.” His voice rumbled low as he quickened the motion of his finger inside her, pressed his lips to her clit, and flicked his tongue wildly, sending a barrage of pleasure points to every nerve ending in her body.
    Her arms gave out, she flattened on her back, and let the intensity rip her thoughts away and send her shooting toward the stars. “Dax, oh God, Dax!” It was all she could do to breathe as she whirled and exploded, then melted and crested, slowly floating back into her body.
    With one last swirl, he removed his finger from her quivering canal and kissed a path up her body, suckling her nipples as he braced himself over her. “Don’t fall asleep.” He kissed her other breast. “I’ve got more for you.”
    She smiled and focused on his head at her nipples. Running her fingers through all that thick, beautiful hair, she wondered what a baby would look like with the combined genes of both their black hair. With a silent laugh, she threw the thought away. She wasn’t the mommy type, and probably not even the wife type. She was happy on her own, for now. Maybe someday.
    He kissed her chin and looked deep into her eyes. “You are exquisite. Sensual and responsive.”
    Her fingers trailed down his stomach to the button of his jeans, popping it open. “Let’s see how responsive and sensual you are, smokey.”

Chapter Five
    Dax could lie next to this woman for days, weeks, learning all her secret hot spots, her triggers, the things that made her scream his name. As Marilou’s fingers unzipped his jeans, he swayed with the turn the bus took.
    “Oh, no you don’t.” She grasped the waistband of his jeans and pulled him back to her on the bed. “Come back here.”
    “Ain’t goin’ nowhere.” He helped her take off his jeans and briefs, then her fingers wrapped around his hard cock. His head dropped to her shoulder as a blast of heat rolled through his groin, warning him that this would be fast and furious. But how could he have imagined it wouldn’t? This was Marilou Roselle, a woman he’d been fascinated with for years, a woman he’d never even imagined meeting in person, but just a woman, with needs and desires like everyone else on this planet.
    He wouldn’t put her on a pedestal, wouldn’t treat her like the goddess she was. He would show her how much he desired her, how much he wanted to be the man whose name she’d never want to stop screaming.
    The thought gave him pause for a second. Who the hell was he kidding, thinking long-term? Neither of them was interested in that. Were they?
    When she slipped down and took his cock in her mouth, the flames licked up his spine, turning all thoughts to molten lava. She lapped at him, teased and sucked his head into her little mouth, making him want to start pumping his hips, but he had to be inside her. “Condom. Grab it, kitten.”
    One of her brows lifted, as if she planned to take control here, but he just lifted his brow in return and she gave in and reached for the condom. He took the opportunity to stretch out on her bed, his hands beneath his head.
    When she turned, she smiled, taking in his whole body in a long, slow glance. “You’re kind of bossy, huh?”
    He chuckled. “You’ll be the boss on stage. But I’m the boss in the bedroom.” He waited for her to argue, but she shrugged one shoulder.
    “Sounds more than fair.” She opened the condom and sheathed him, but with a few missteps, as if she hadn’t done this often. “Sorry, I’m out of practice.” Biting