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freeing it from its loose knot while the other slipped up under her shirt. The rough, calloused skin of his palm struck sparks against the prickly heat of her skin. He stroked through her hair, fisting it in his hand as he tore his lips free from hers and dragged them down her neck.
    She shoved her hands up under his shirt just as he flicked his thumb under the clasp of her bra and curled his hands around to cup her breasts. Another broken moan fell from her lips at the feel of his hands on her. Her nipples ached, so tight with need. His touch was rough and soft at once. He thumbed her nipples. Suddenly, there was a rush of motion as he tore her shirt off and she shoved his up. Hers floated to the ground, his following in seconds. She had a second to absorb his sculpted body, all hard muscle with a smattering of dark hair across his chest and narrowing down until the tempting trail disappeared into his waistband.
    Garrett’s breath hissed through his teeth before his lips closed around a nipple. Delia fell straight into the hot cauldron of need and sensation. He drew her nipple in between his teeth and tugged before dragging his mouth away to do the same to the other. Desire rushed through her. She couldn’t get close enough, twisting herself against him. His knee slid between her thighs, the subtle pressure sending sharp spikes of pleasure through her. His lips made their way back up her neck to her mouth. Another deep, wet, drugging kiss, and she shifted restlessly against him. She dragged her hand up over the hard, hot length of him.
    He took a step back and tore her jeans open, his hand slipping inside to stroke across the wet silk of her panties. He pulled back, his lips a whisper away from hers. He said her name, a soft command. She dragged her eyes open. Under the navy blur of his gaze, she was held tight in a rush of intimacy and sensation. He drew his finger back and forth across the drenched silk. Her breath fractured. She was so close, her pleasure spun higher and higher with each drag of his finger. When his name finally fell from her lips in a broken plea, he shoved the silk out of the way and delved into her folds. Need clawed at her as she arched into his touch. When he finally slid his fingers into her channel, she was so close to release, she began to throb around him. His touch was rough and swift, two deep strokes and she cried out, her climax rocking her.
    When she finally drifted down, pleasure eddied through her. As consciousness began to sift through, Delia flushed, mortified she’d abandoned herself so completely. Though she barely had the nerve, she pulled her eyes up and found his waiting. She tried to remember the last time she’d ever had an orgasm with someone other than herself and couldn’t. But Garrett had made her lose herself so easily. She didn’t doubt he had far more experience that she did. An unplanned pregnancy and single motherhood didn’t offer up much opportunity for sexual encounters.
    The quiet hum of the refrigerator was distant to her ears. His hand slowly pulled out of her, coming to rest in the dip of her waist. She took a shaky breath and tried to marshal her composure. Her body hummed, tiny ripples of pleasure reverberating through her.

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    Garrett couldn’t look away from Delia. Her soft blue eyes looked as dazed as he felt. Kissing her completely shut off his brain and turned him into a foolish boy. He tried to remember the last time he’d been so overcome with need that he’d torn a woman’s clothes off, desperate to touch her. He’d ripped her jeans open just to find out if she was as wet as he was hard. He approached seduction in a planned, organized manner—precisely as he approached everything in his life. With Delia, nothing made sense. He’d wandered down to the kitchen to see if there was any hot cider left, only to find her here by herself. One look at her, and it was as if she’d cast a spell on him. Not one single second of what happened had been