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you to it.” She gritted her teeth as he slammed in again, his cock long and thick enough that it was touching places inside of her that rarely got any attention.
    He began to fuck her with a rhythm she hadn’t realized he possessed—careful rolls of his hips. While one hand teased a nipple, he skimmed the other hand down to slide into her wet folds. He focused on her engorged clit, rolling it between his fingertips until she could feel the beginning of another orgasm in the base of her spine. She wasn’t sure she’d get there, but as if Ethan knew, he began to speed up his thrusts and kicked in more power behind them until he was pounding into her.
    His body blanketed her back, and his lips were at her ear. “Fuck, you feel good. You knew I wanted you from the beginning, didn’t you?”
    She couldn’t talk anymore, not while Ethan filled her to the brim, and those fingers were touching the areas on her body that were her most sensitive. “You knew, and you still flaunted that body in front of me, making me hurt. Who hurts now? Huh?”
    “Me,” she gasped out.
    “That’s right,” he hissed, then bit down on her earlobe.
    She came apart again, this orgasm leaving her a trembling, moaning mess as Ethan cursed behind her. His rhythm stuttered, his hands gripping her hips as he slammed into her one more time and roared.
    Ethan’s hands on her body were the only reason Lissa was still standing, because she wanted to crumble onto the ground in a pile of sex-sated bliss.
    The man who’d just taken her to O-town twice—as he’d promised—hadn’t moved from her body. He was still buried inside her, and as her muscles half-heartedly squeezed him, he sucked in a breath and slowly pulled out.
    Lissa closed her eyes, wanting him to leave so they didn’t have to go through awkward chitchat.
    But he didn’t move, the heat of his body still behind her.
    …
    Ethan didn’t want to leave. Well he did, but then he didn’t. Because Lissa was still here, her scent surrounding him like paradise.
    He’d set the rules. This was it. Except he wanted to do it again. Fucking her had been the first time he’d felt alive in years.
    He righted her dress, pulled the fabric down to cover the smooth, dark skin he wanted to touch again. He disposed of the condom and righted his clothes as best he could in the dim light.
    He should probably say something, apologize for fucking her in a dark closet like a cave man. The absence of light had been the reason he’d been able to be this forward, but now, he worried it made him look like he was…embarrassed to be seen with her. Which was far from the truth. She should have been embarrassed to be seen with him.
    She turned around, shimmying herself back into her dress. Her head was down and he wanted to say something, anything, which would make her know he wished he wasn’t like this. “I’m sorry,” he blurted out.
    Her head shot up, her pupils so large her eyes looked nearly black. Her lips parted. “Excuse me?”
    “I’m sorry…” He gestured toward their less-than-romantic setting. “For dragging you into a closet and—”
    She held up a hand, silencing him. “You’re apologizing?”
    “Um—”
    “Did you enjoy that?”
    His mouth dropped open, and he shut it with a clack before licking his lips and trying for words. “Of course I enjoyed it. Your body is like heaven, and you smell like it, too.” How was that for honesty?
    Her head jolted, like she hadn’t expected that, then her lips slowly quirked into a smile. “I enjoyed it, too. That was hot as hell, you wanting me so badly you couldn’t wait to get me into a bed. And you’re apologizing?”
    “I wasn’t sure—”
    “You made it clear you wanted to fuck. And I agreed. So don’t treat me like I’m some fragile thing who needs rose petals and cuddling now, okay?”
    She was perfect. Every fucking inch of her, from those expressive eyes to the words that came out from between her lips. “Your mouth turns