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dabbed his tongue into her mouth. She whimpered a little. Held him tighter. He turned her head and made his way over her cheek to nibble on her neck. She sighed. He stroked her breast, thumbed a nipple. It was hard. A thick, swollen bud. Even through her bra. She cried out and pushed into him, curling a leg over his hip, sealing them at the groin. His cock jerked.
    Yeah, she was reserved. Yeah, she had a cloak of propriety wrapped firmly around her. But beneath the surface lay a deeply passionate woman.
    He fumbled with the blanket until he found the soft smooth skin of her bare thigh. He shuddered as he edged up and up. Cupped her ass. Damn, she had a fine ass. Curvy and firm. Supple. He’d suspected it, but it had been impossible to tell through her thick overalls.
    He slid beneath the elastic band of her panties, over that sweet flesh, and squeezed.
    She made a tiny sound and wriggled.
    He nearly lost consciousness. She felt so good in his arms. So fucking right. And she smelled like heaven. The heady combination of jasmine and arousal made his head swim. “Emily,” he moaned. “Emily.”
    Swallowing heavily, he unbuttoned her blouse with his free hand. It took a while because the buttons were so damn small and it was a weird angle. But he persevered, rewarded with a glimpse of a lacy bra and the deep shadow of her cleavage. His fingers on her ass involuntarily tightened. Shit. Shit. She was amazing.
    “God.” He yanked out of her panties, though it nearly killed him to do so, and laid her back, cupping her breasts with both hands. Her bra had a front hook, thank God, which he deftly worked. And those glorious globes spilled out.
    “Ash…” He disliked the hint of reproach in her tone, so he ignored it and took one pink crest into his mouth, and sucked. She cried out, a warble of delight, so he did the same with the other. He went back and forth, exploring, tasting. “Ash…”
    No reproach now. The word sounded more like a plea.
    He eased a palm down her abdomen and over her stomach, coming to a halt over her warm mound. Every one of his muscles clenched. She froze as well.
    He raised his head, captured her gaze, and slowly traced her cleft. She gasped. Tiny tears dewed her lashes. “Ash,” she breathed. And she arched up. Just a tiny lift of her hips, and in doing so, her nether lips parted. Through the lace of her panties, he traced her clit.
    Her body quivered. She groaned, then cried out.
    He’d been with a lot of women. He knew the signs. If he wasn’t mistaken, she’d just come. He stroked her again. And again, through the rough material, circling her nub, reveling in the cream soaking through, soaking her. Soaking him.
    God, his cock ached. He wanted her, wanted in, with every fiber of his being. Madly, he fumbled for the condom he’d set on the end table. He ripped it open and slipped it on, all the while rubbing her slit and sucking her nipples. She writhed beneath him, which made him mad with lust.
    When he was ready, he pulled the blankets off and pulled down her panties. He shuddered when he stroked her clit again, skin to skin. She was soaked. Fucking soaked.
    Trembling, he levered over her, spread her knees with his and set his cock to the mouth of her cunt. Her heat scalded him. Maddened him. “Emily,” he groaned, and pushed in.
    His heart seized. Goddamn, she was tight. Almost too tight.
    “Ash?” she murmured, cupping his cheek. “Ash?”
    He stilled, ensnared by her expression. “Yes?” A whisper.
    “Be gentle.” As she spoke the words, the folds of her cunt, clinging to the tip of his cock, undulated, sipped at him and he nearly lost his mind. “Oh yeah,” he growled. “Gentle.” And he thrust.
    There was a little resistance at first, a rigid ring of muscles at her entrance that inflamed him, but once he was past it, he filled her with an effortless lunge. She jerked; the undulations of her folds sent prickles of pleasure dancing up his spine.
    Holy fuck. He closed his eyes