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slowly, drawing out the torture. He’d make sure he returned the favor shortly, he thought with a smile.
    So many things he wanted to do to this woman.
    They reached his bedroom—which was only his by virtue of his few suitcases, yet unpacked, thrown on the floor by the closets.
    He sought out the condoms which he’d brought because they were in his dresser back in Manhattan, not that he’d had any real plans or thoughts of using them. Now he blessed that happy circumstance.
    Ripping the package, he covered himself and joined her where she stood by the bed. Her eyes followed his progress, but she didn’t say a word.
    “You’re so insanely gorgeous.” He threaded his fingers through her hair, taking in her eyes, the peach-colored nipples that tipped round, full breasts, and the firm, smooth length of her body.
    “You don’t have to say that.” She leaned in to kiss him. “I want to fuck you too.”
    Blood roared in his head. He took one of those long, deep breaths she’d taught him, trying to focus.
    “I’m just telling you what I see.” It was true. She was incredible.
    She smiled as she turned around and bent over the edge of the bed, her delectable bottom pushed up in his direction. She spread her legs, offering herself to him.
    “Do you like what you see now?”
    He groaned, wanting nothing more than to plunge inside, but he held back in spite of the urgency he’d felt a few minutes before.
    “I do. I want a much closer look.”
    Dropping to his knees and easing in between her thighs, he admired the slick, pink flesh of her sex for several long moments. Turning his head to plant a kiss on the inside of her thigh, he drew a finger down the length of her from the bud of her ass to her clit and then back again.
    Mimicking her earlier touch, he repeated the movement, back and forth, back and forth, until her legs trembled and she was moaning into the sheets.
    “Please, Leo,” she panted.
    “Just breathe, Jasmine…in.” He drew his finger up to her ass. “And out,” he said against her skin, his finger returning to her clit.
    She did, and then as he circled the hard nub rhythmically, she came, yelling his name. It made her even wetter. Leo’s jaw clenched in masculine pleasure as he felt her contractions, her pussy muscles grabbing all the pleasure they could.
    “Fuck,” he swore under his breath.
    “Yes, please,” she responded on a gasp.
    Getting to his feet, he pressed in close behind her and slid his cock back and forth a few times like he had with his fingers before thrusting home. He went deep the first time, taking her up to the hilt. She pressed back into him, letting him know that she wanted more.
    Leo gripped her hips and found a long, hard pace that worked for both of them. He grabbed her ass, loving how it filled his hands, and squeezed her cheeks tight together as he fucked her. He loosened his grip as he pulled out, grabbed and squeezed again as he slid inside, repeating the motion in a steady rhythm.
    When he was close, and she was whimpering, clawing the sheets, he slipped a finger into the tight button of her ass. It was a light, teasing penetration that pushed her over again as he lost control, thrusting hard.
    “Yeah, come with me,” he said through gritted teeth. His shoulder burned but he didn’t care as she cried out through another release that drained him of his.
    When the storm passed, he fell forward over her, still in her, unable to stand. Hardly able to breathe.
    “Holy shit,” he panted against her back.
    “Uh-huh.” He figured she was in agreement.
    Lifting himself carefully from her body, Leo fell to the bed beside her on his back, cooling down. For a moment, he wondered if this had really happened, or if this was an insanely good dream inspired by the painkillers.
    If so, he saw why people became addicted.
    When she met his eyes, she looked thoroughly worked out and as warm and sweaty—and satisfied—as he was. He smiled at her.
    No dream. Hot damn.
    He