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come.”
    She purred louder, taking him unbelievably deep. His balls drew up, his muscles corded, and his orgasm slammed into him with the force of the blizzard raging outside.
    After Alyson had swallowed every bit of his semen, she moved up and straddled his waist, her soft pussy pressed against his belly. She slid the scarf from his face, and when he opened his eyes he saw her looking at him from beneath her lashes. “You taste so good, Greg.”
    Damned if the woman didn’t make him hard again, just by her sexy voice and smile.
    With a growl, he grabbed her around the waist and flipped her onto her back. Alyson shrieked in surprise and then giggled as he moved between her thighs. But when he pressed his cock against her slit, and her eyes met his, her laughter stopped.
    She slid her fingers into his short hair. “You’re already hard again.”
    “Mmm.” He rocked his hips against hers as he looked into her brilliant green eyes. A feeling surged through him, one that he’d never felt before. Like he’d finally met his soul mate on a snowy night in room 69. “Where have you been all this time, Alyson Charmaine?” he whispered.
    Her heart stuttered then beat at a steady, fast pace. “I’ve been waiting.” She brought her hands to his cheeks, his stubble coarse against her sensitive palms. “For you, Greg Ellington.”
    His blue eyes were intense, simmering with untamed desire as she caressed his face and murmured, “I need to feel you inside me.”
    After he put on a condom, she wrapped her thighs around his waist and he thrust his cock into her, burying himself deep within her core. The feeling of having him inside was excruciatingly wonderful, so incredible that she never wanted it to end.
    Greg’s gaze never left hers as he rocked within her, filling her like she’d never been filled before. Alyson raked her nails across his back, reveling in the feel of his muscles beneath her fingertips. His elemental scent enveloped her, his sweat- slick skin sliding against hers.
    “More,” she begged. “I want to feel you harder. Deeper.”
    He hooked his arms under her knees and raised her ankles so that they were around his neck, and thrust into her harder and faster. Alyson moved her hands to his powerful thighs, gripping them tight as he fucked her.
    His jaw clenched and she felt her orgasm begin. She started to close her eyes, but he said, “Look at me, Alyson. I want to see your eyes when you come.”
    Her body trembled and her muscles contracted, and then she screamed as she reached the pinnacle.
    With a shout, Greg came hard, thrusting his cock in and out of her until he collapsed into her arms. He rolled to the side, his cock still embedded in her pussy, and cradled her in his embrace.
    She felt warm and incredible and safe. And she never wanted the moment to end.
    * * *
    New Year’s Eve
    One Week Later
    Greg clicked off the television with the remote and nuzzled Alyson’s neck, enjoying her sunshine and orange blossom scent. They’d decided to spend the week together in the hotel, even after the blizzard ended and they could have parted ways. They felt such a tremendous connection that they didn’t want to sever it too quickly.
    He’d learned everything he could about her—that her favorite food was Thai, she loved photography and water skiing, she was a corporate lawyer but bored with her life, and she had a huge family who had been trying—unsuccessfully—to get her to settle down and marry.
    Thank God for small favors.
    In turn he’d shared things with her about his life with her that he’d never shared with anyone. His hopes, his dreams, even his disappointments.
    He nipped at her earlobe and covered her breast with his hand.
    “Again?” Alyson laughed, her eyes still closed, her tone husky with sleep. The sound of her voice never failed to thrill him, and made him want her even more every day they were together.
    “Always.” He smiled as he propped his head on one hand and studied her