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Yes."
    "You like me holding you?"
    She swallowed. "Yes."
    "Does it make you hot?"
    "Yes."
    "Does it make you wet?"
    "Luke!"
    He pulled back to see her cheeks red, her eyes wild. "Does it make you wet, Kennedy?"
    "Yes." The confession came out on a breath.
    "I want to suck on your tits."
    "Yes. Yes, please." The last word came on a keening plea.
    He had to lower her hands to just above her head so he could bend, brushing his lips lightly back and forth over the ruched tip, watched goosebumps rise over her white breast. He touched his tongue to her nipple, curled around it, then he closed his mouth over her breast, drawing gently at first, then harder. She flexed her fingers above his grip, her knees bending a bit. He lifted her breast higher, then shifted his touch to the other, rolling her nipple between his fingers.  
    "I want to touch you," she said, her wrists sliding up and down beneath his hand. "Please, Luke."
    He let go of her so abruptly she sagged, catching herself with her hands on his shoulders. He grabbed her around the waist, lifted her and backed her into the bedroom. With one hand, he found the hem of her t-shirt and yanked it up, over her head. Then, holding her lower body against his, he unhooked her bra, then cupped her breast again. She smoothed her palms over his chest, making a sound of appreciation.  
    And then he lowered her to the bed, tugging at her jeans, needing to see her naked, stretched out on his bed, reaching for him. He wished to hell he had a proper bed, not this too-short thing, but he'd make do. He stripped down his own jeans and shorts, releasing his poor pent-up dick. He stretched beside her and ran his hand down her smooth belly, diving into her curls, parting her folds.  
    "Christ, you are wet." He wanted to feel her around his cock, more than anything. Instead, he slid a finger inside her, then two, crooking them, stroking inside her. She writhed, spreading her legs wider, bumping against his hand, needy. Then he stretched toward the bedside drawer and grabbed a condom.  
    She turned with him, trailing her fingertips down his belly and wrapped them around his cock, her grip firm as she stroked up and down. He stilled for a moment, enjoying the caress, her slender fingers finding the perfect rhythm. God, how often had he fantasized about her doing that very thing, when they'd been up at her dad's place? More than once he'd caught himself staring at her hands thinking just that. More than once, he'd jerked off to the image.
    "Jesus, you need to stop." He caught her hand and placed it on her belly. He flipped over, grabbed a condom out of the drawer and ripped it open. After sheathing himself, he rolled over. Parting her legs, he positioned himself and drove home. She stiffened and for a moment he stilled. Had he been too rough? In too much of a hurry? But then she wriggled, moving into him, watching him through half-lidded eyes, and he stroked forward. Again and again. Needing--hell, just needing.  
    "I can't come this way," she panted. "You have to touch me."
    Without a word, he drew halfway out and rubbed the head of his cock against her inner walls. Her head went back with a click of her teeth, her body went rigid, and her channel became even slicker. She rolled her hips against him to keep him in the right area, then arched, her pussy squeezing him rhythmically as she came. He plowed into her to the hilt and rode out her orgasm with deep, hard thrusts as her muscles clasped, and his climax ripped from him, taking part of him with it. What part, he was too mindless to identify.  
    He released her wrists to hold himself over her on shaky arms for a moment, then he dropped onto his back, one leg bent, the other hanging off the edge of the mattress.
    "Didn't expect you to know about the g-spot," she said breathlessly.
    He turned his head toward her. "Not my first rodeo."
    She laughed, but kept her hands to herself. So he did, too.
    "You need to get into the shower?" he asked.
    "As