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lowered her to the bed before he climbed off to strip off his jeans, rolled on a condom, then stretched out between her legs. He pushed her thighs apart, guided his cock so the tip parted her pussy. He stroked a moment against her folds before positioning himself at her entrance. Holding her gaze, he pushed in, slow, filling her. She lifted her hips into him, wanting more, wanting, but he kept the same pace, reaching behind her to close his fingers around her ass, holding her, guiding her as he eased deeper.
    She couldn’t—she couldn’t—he was opening her, revealing her, finding her secrets, her clit swelling against the rasp of his pubic hair, the head of his cock stroking just...
    The orgasm slammed into her, no easy roll this time, but one that seized her, tightening her whole body. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him to her, pushing against him, taking him deeper, harder, undulating around him.
    “Shit, shit,” he swore softly. “Don’t make me—” He stilled over her, but she pumped her hips against him, wanting more.
    “West!” she cried when he pulled out of her.
    “I was going to come,” he said, his voice strangled. “I’m sorry. You were—Jesus, that felt amazing.”
    “I want more.”
    He laughed softly. “Get on your knees, baby.”
    Wondering who the daring woman in her skin was, she flipped over, presenting her ass to him. She looked over her shoulder as he knelt between her legs, felt the heat of his body along her back as he kissed her between her shoulder blades, following her spine to the small of her back where he lingered with teasing kisses that sent twinges straight to her womb. This time his name was a gasp.
    He kept going, down to the curve of her ass, stroking the skin between her ass and thighs with his thumbs, making her so wet, so hungry for him. She curled her fingers into the pillow in front of her. Pleas tumbled from her lips as she held perfectly still, waiting for him to touch her.
    Instead, he straightened, and with one long thrust, filled her completely, his groin slapping against her bottom. She grabbed up the pillow again, pressing it to her face to keep from screaming her pleasure as he fucked her, the rhythm winding her up, each stroke hitting all her erogenous zones as if they were connected by one of those Newton cradles, pinging around her body and back again.
    Then he pulled out, again. “Your back. I’m close. Jesus. Hurry.”
    She did as he asked, parting her legs around him as he found his way back inside her,  his body riding her clit, one arm around her back, the other braced on the mattress. He looked into her eyes as he thrust hard, pushing against her clit, and she came, her vision blurring, her arms clenching around his shoulders, her pussy around his cock as he hammered into her.
    His breath caught and he stilled, then came with a groan, his breath gusting over her as he emptied himself inside her.
    After a long moment, he drew out of her and flopped on the mattress beside her, looping his arm around her waist and pulling her against his chest.
    “By my count, that was three times,” he said after he caught his breath, his voice rough, his fingertips trailing up and down the slope of her breast. “Not record-breaking, but a good start.” He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. “Give me a few minutes, and we can try for three more. God, you felt so good, Teresa. Sexy as hell.”
    She should go, should make excuses and go back to the house and put distance between them. She’d gotten what she wanted, and it was incredible. That he was offering her more...the temptation was great.
    Why did she need to go in the house anyway? Noah wasn’t her child, his parents were home. He didn’t need her tonight. No one needed her. And West promised her more orgasms. She eased onto her back to look at him, and nodded.
    The grin flashed. “Maybe I don’t want to wait.”
    He lowered his mouth to her breast, his hand between her legs,