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slowly pulsing to draw her moisture, to ready her channel to greet the rest of his length. His entry was agonizingly slow, crowding her walls inch by inch, driving her crazy until her thighs and belly shivered and jerked.
    “Almost there,” he whispered.
    She couldn’t drag her gaze from the sight as he pushed inward then withdrew. Seeing it happen, feeling how he stretched her, was the sexiest thing she’d ever experienced. As he pushed the last inch inside, she withdrew her fingers and clutched the sheets at her sides. Her gaze traveled slowly upward, admiring his washboard abs, his thickly muscled chest, his neck where tendons bulged, his face… Their gazes met. He was watching her.
    “Touch me,” he gritted out.
    She unclenched her fingers from the bedding and molded them over his hard chest.
    He began to move faster, the push and pull through her rippling channel heating her from the inside out.
    “You feel incredible. So hot. Wet. Damn, baby, it’s so good.”
    She couldn’t respond, not and breathe at the same time. She arched her back to lift her breasts, and he lowered his torso to let the tips of her nipples drag on his taut skin. Surrounded, penetrated, she couldn’t get enough. She wanted to rub herself like a cat against his hot skin. So she undulated and moved her hands to his sides then down to his buttocks. She dug her fingertips into the firm muscles, urging him closer. Then she raised her legs, hiking them over the hard ridges of his hips.
    Wiley dropped his chest to hers and curved his hands beneath her buttocks, fingers spreading to clutch her as he thrust faster, harder—his movements jarring now to her entire frame. She wanted more. She glided her hands up his back, traced the deep indention of his spine and scratched.
    Every thrust gusted out her breath. She thrashed her head against the pillow. She was close, at the edge. Her voice tore from her throat in thin, tight whimpers.
    “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Do it now,” he said as he pounded her.
    And that was all she needed, his graveled voice urging her on, to push her over the precipice.
    His movements quickened and shortened. Friction burned, moisture gushed. The sounds they made—her thin mewls, his harsh grunts—added a layer of sensuality she gloried in as her orgasm washed over her, pulsing deep inside.
    He shouted, stiffened, and held.
    She waited as he shuddered against her. Felt the pulsing of his cock as he emptied himself. When he fell against her, she wrapped her arms and legs around him and rocked with him, loving this part, too. Their bodies were coated in sweat that slowly cooled as their breathing returned to normal.
    At last, he lifted his head and kissed her, his mouth eating hers. He pulled back his head. “Are you okay?”
    She smiled and used a finger to trace the path of a bead of sweat sliding along his cheek. “Well, you didn’t embarrass yourself.”
    His chest jerked as he barked a laugh. “That’s the best praise you can offer?”
    “I’m happy, Wiley. Thank you.”
    All humor bled from his expression. Tenderness gleamed in his softening gaze. “You were amazing, and if you’d like, I’ll make it my duty to help you smile again.”
    Tears blurred his image, but she quickly blinked them away. “I’d like.” I like you, she wanted to say. But she wasn’t sure what this connection was. Didn’t want to mar a magical moment with thoughts of a future that most likely wasn’t something he intended. Once, she’d lived for a future that never came to pass. Tonight, she’d take now and make the most of it.

Chapter Five
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    A ll throughout breakfast, Wiley had to fight the urge to grin like an idiot. Keeping his gaze from Poppy’s pink cheeks was hard enough.
    When he did glance to his side, Poppy ducked her head. “Don’t look at me,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “Everyone will know what we did.”
    Not everyone. But the folks who’d kept an eye on her suite door throughout the night