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when she imagined a good stiff cock slamming into her and a hard body crushing her close. God she didn’t want it to stop, but she had to come. A guttural groan filled the cabin. She wasn’t sure if it was her voice or his as the waves of release broke inside her. All she knew was the pleasure-pain tsunami that shot up through her insides and clutched her stomach in a vicious grip.
    She wasn’t one hundred percent certain that Ian came. Before now, it had always been about the man’s pleasure. All she knew this time was that he continued to pump his thick cock into her, his words hot and sexy, until she was too sensitive to take any more.
    Collapsing against him, she shuddered. Trying to catch her breath and ease the rush of deafening blood in her ears, she pulled in a deep breath. “That was really kinda great.”
    He nuzzled her chin, his body sweaty and hot. “I think great might be an understatement in this case, but we’ll have to do it again later to find out for sure.”
    Liz laughed, pressing her forehead to his. “I’ll take you up on that, much later.”
    “I’m going to hold you to that.” He slapped her bottom gently. “Right now, I think it’s time to do some shopping.”
    “Wow,” she teased. “You really know how to sweet talk a girl, don’t you?”

Chapter Five
    Ian tried to make the—clean up/afterglow/regret glance—process as simple as possible for Elizabeth. She’d blown his mind when she’d finally let go and accepted what her body had been begging for. Her certain brand of reserved and old-fashioned was an enigma he’d never encountered, and something about the way she always acted like a lady, even in the vise clamp of a great orgasm, had him reeling.
    He’d tied his robe moments before she came back from the bathroom, and since her robe was tied tight again, he figured he’d made the right decision. She needed time, even if all he wanted was to take the offending article away and demand that she sit with him naked. They had many more sexual tastes to discover, and he was willing to wait her out. Instead of pushing, he patted the seat next to him. She’d been so tense before and after their sexual encounter, he needed to give her some sort of escape. “Let’s shop.”
    “I appreciate your easygoing attitude,” she admitted. “Considering what we just…”
    “Good,” he interrupted, sliding over a bit to give her room. “This is a new experience for both of us, so we’ll tweak the rules as we go. For now, let’s take the easiest route and focus on something mindless.”
    “With incentive like that, how could I, and why the hell would I, want to refuse?” She smiled. “But I feel I should warn you, I have a boot fetish that could potentially drain your bank account.”
    “Bring it on.”
    Her body was stiff as a board when she shimmied onto the seat next to him. There was more than enough room, but the close quarters had them snuggled tight, thigh to thigh, shoulder to shoulder. He flipped through tab after tab of websites hoping an alternate focus would get her to relax. “These are the suppliers who can have your wardrobe ready by the time we land.”
    “You’re shitting me?” Her eyes were wide. “That’s in hours.”
    “I wouldn’t shit ya,” he drawled too loosely in Texan slang. “Yer my favoritest turd.”
    Liz had just taken a sip of her wine and she slapped a hand over her mouth to keep it in. Swallowing hard, she chuckled. “How long were you in Texas?”
    “Obviously a few hours too long if that just came out of my mouth.” He scowled. What the fuck? “Ignore it. We need to choose some colors.”
    Ian launched into a drawn-out explanation about the colors and styles that might fit her best. As he talked, she began to relax. He poured her another glass of wine and kept her busy. Soon, she settled in more comfortably and started pointing out outfits she liked. He tried to steer her toward styles that would flatter her body. She snuggled in