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between her eyebrows, erasing the lines of her frown. “They’re old scars.”
    “I thought you wore Kevlar.”
    “I did after this one.” He pressed his hand to the back of hers over his ribs. “It was a close call.” He leaned over her then, the hand still touching hers, the other braced on the mattress by her head. “Still think I’m beautiful?”
    “God, yes.”
    “I think you are.” He hooked his hands in her jeans and tugged.
    They were just loose enough that they slid over her hips, taking her panties with them. He hummed in approval and combed his fingers through her tight curls. She gripped his wrist.
    “Not yet.”
    “I’m not going to make you come yet.”
    She met his gaze. “Yes, you are.”
    He lifted his eyebrows and shifted so he stretched out beside her, his body heat seeping into her skin.
    “You know, you can come more than once. In fact.” He slid his hand over her stomach and watched her skin jump. “I may make it my mission to make you come so many times tonight, we break the world record.”
    “Is there one?” She could barely get the words past her throat.
    “There will be when we’re done.” He trailed his palm down her thigh, pushing it to the side so she was open to him, dragging his fingertips up the inside of her leg until she quivered with the need for him to touch her. “Teresa?”
    “Please!” The word tore from her throat, and he covered her, the heel of his hand resting on her pubic bone, his fingers stroking over her labia, teasing her until she bucked. He stroked her open, circling her entrance before pushing in, nail-deep.
    God. The roughness of his finger, her own wetness. She pushed against his touch, bringing him deeper, his hand against her clit, and she came, long rolling pulses of pleasure that melted her muscles, sent her mind spiraling, freeing her in a way she hadn’t been free in months.
    Then he slid his fingers over her clit, sweeping her right back up. Her hands flew to his shoulders, her short fingernails digging into his muscles.
    “Wait. Wait. I want...I want to touch you. Please, West.”
    He rolled onto his back, stretching his hands out to his sides. “I won’t say no.”
    Feeling powerful, at once sated and aroused, she rose over him, trailing her hand over his broad chest, over his stomach. He flinched, just as she had, which made her smile. She popped the button of his jeans, slid down his zipper with shaking fingers.
    He wasn’t wearing underwear. God, that gave her a jolt. His cock was long, thick and beautiful, just like the rest of him. Her hand hovered over it a moment before she stroked it, then closed her fingers around it, stroking, learning him, loving the way he sucked in his breath at her touch.
    Rising on her knees, she straddled his thighs, bending to kiss his throat, tasting his salty skin, dragging her tongue along his collarbone. He wound his fingers in her hair as she descended his body, breathing in his musky scent, tracing the muscles of his abs, his oblique—God, that was sexy—before following the trail of hair from his navel to his groin.
    She took a moment to admire his cock, broad-tipped, moisture glistening on the end, before she brought him to her lips, stroking his hot, hard shaft as she covered as much of him as she could.
    She used to hate doing this, when Miguel would push her head down his body. But since she’d come into West’s RV, she wanted nothing more than to taste him, to show him pleasure. His hand rested lightly on the back of her head, but he wasn’t pushing her. She dared to look up the length of his body and saw him watching her, a smile canting his lips.
    She stroked her tongue against the underside of his cock, feeling his pulse, finding just where to touch to make him gasp. Beneath her hand, his balls tightened, and regret lashed through her. He was going to come like this, and she wouldn’t feel him inside her.
    But then he put his hands on her shoulders and lifted her off of him,