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    How he managed it, she had no idea, but before the kiss ended her jeans were around her ankles, her string bikini bottoms lying across them. When he ran his palm across her abdomen, across the landing strip that had been waxed, to her swollen clit, the breath she attempted to take caught. As his fingertips danced over her moist slit, she rocked against his hand. A tremor shook her from head to toe. She needed him and she needed him now.
    “Fuck me,” she pleaded, and then caught herself. She had never pleaded for any man to take her. Yet this man did things to her mind and body. He pierced her inner calm, the trait she dearly cherished. Tonight she was acting out of character and for once she didn’t care, because she wanted to scream the words.
    He dropped his boardshorts to his ankles and her eyes widened. Sahara didn’t get the opportunity to fully appreciate what she saw. He pushed her back against the truck, grabbed the back of her thighs, and lifted her.
    “Wrap your legs around me.”
    He didn’t have to ask twice as she locked her ankles together, her body meeting his. She felt his cock against the entrance of her body and anticipation pounded in her chest. When his hips thrust forward, the large head of his penis parting her slit, she went into meltdown. If he hadn’t been holding her, she would have been a pool of lust at his feet.
    Then he paused, stopped. As if he were having second thoughts, he rested his forehead on her shoulder.
    “W-what?” she panted. Why the hell did he stop? He couldn’t stop. She was naked. In his arms. His cock breached her pussy.
    “Condoms are in the house.”
    Sahara eased the back of her head against the cab of the truck. She released the pent-up breath she held. Was that all?
    “I’m on the Depo shot. And I’m clean,” she added.
    “Me too. Is it okay?”
    Oh Lord. Did he really have to ask?
    Evidently not, because he plunged forward. With one thrust he buried himself deep inside her.
    “Ahhh,” he groaned. “You’re so tight.”
    Between ragged breaths, she thought, And you are perfection . He filled her completely.
    Devon slowly rocked into her, easing in and out until her body adjusted to his size. When he pressed his lips to hers, his tongue ravishing her mouth, the pace of their bodies coming together increased. Every other time he slid deep inside her he smoothed over an area that made her tense—tremble.
    One second she was bathed in ecstasy, the next she found herself on her feet. But the heat between them didn’t die as he cupped her face between his palms and kissed her wildly—passionately. He turned her toward the truck.
    “Spread your legs.”
    Stepping out of her jeans, she did as he asked.
    “Now lean toward the truck.”
    When she complied, he entered her from behind. The position drove him even farther between her thighs. Each time he drew back and then slammed into her, she released a soft cry. Her fingers curled, she grasped for something to hold on to, something to anchor her from losing herself. She couldn’t believe the intensity building inside her. It was like the winding of a clock. Twisting and turning, growing tighter and tighter. Adjusting his hips, he thrust, striking her sensitive spot, and she began to unravel.
    “Dev—”
    Her sudden climax stole his name from her lips. Sensations exploded throughout her body. She rode a lightning bolt of pleasure. Hot. Exciting. Wild and uncontrollable. She shook with the fiery currents ripping from her core and bursting from her nipples. She felt like he had found and released a tightly wound spring inside her. Before she could recover from what had to be the best release she had ever had, he eased her around and found her lips once more.
    This time his kiss was gentle, poetic. What surprised and impressed her was his stiff erection pressed against her belly. He hadn’t reached fulfillment, and by the way he stroked his palms up and down her body he wasn’t through with