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her. Suckling, he drew on her. Bolts of heated pleasure shot through her with every motion of his mouth and tongue. She trembled. It felt so good, so very good.
    Matt felt her quiver. Driven, all he knew was that he wanted her to do more of that. If she wanted this, he would give it to her in full measure.
    She tasted so good, the stiff tip of her breast growing harder as he nibbled on it. There was the heated dampness of her core beneath his hand, the curly mound between her thighs.
    Control evaporated.
    Matt devoured her breasts, ravaged them, suckling and nibbling as she moaned and writhed beneath him. Her hand tightened in his hair to draw him, his mouth, harder against her.
    She stroked and caressed, driving him nearly insane and he returned the gesture in spades. He sought the small nub nestled within those ebony curls with his fingers. He stroked, teased and coaxed between her thighs until she trembled, grew taut, quivered wildly and then cried out as she came.
    It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. He would give her something to remember him.
    Covering her smooth belly with kisses he slid down, his mouth trailing over silky skin until he reached the little bud between her thighs. Finding it, he savored it, slowly, deeply, sucking gently, his tongue teasing until she begged for release. Her hips rose urgently. Sliding an arm beneath her, he held her on the edge of satisfaction. With the fingers of his other hand, he sought the searing depths of her. She quivered, vibrated, her head tossed, her blue eyes blind to anything but his touch as her body trembled violently.
    He gave her what she wanted.
    Her hands locked in the covers, her body arched and she cried out helplessly, shuddering in ecstasy.
    “I’d forgotten what this feels like,” she whispered, trembling with the aftermath, so caught up in the glory of it that Matt knew she didn’t know she’d spoken aloud.
    Pleasure so intense Arial couldn’t think erupted through her and still she needed. She needed to be filled, to feel him inside her.
    Even as she thought it, he raised himself over her.
    Matt looked down at her pretty face flushed with color, surrounded by that incredibly lush dark hair, looked into her lovely blue eyes as they looked up at him in dazed pleasure and wonder.
    Nothing was as beautiful as this, as a woman, wanton, needing, and yet still innocent.
    Her finely shaped mouth was soft and swollen now from his kisses. Her breasts were swollen, too, the nipples rigid.
    Matt wanted her, bad, he was so hard he could barely hold himself back but he’d never taken a woman who didn’t want him in return.
    “Are you sure?” he asked, fumbling in his jeans until he found the little packet. His voice was rough with need even to his own ears as he sheathed himself with a condom.
    He had to ask, to be sure.
    It was her last chance to change her mind, the last chance he could give her and even then he wasn’t certain he could hold himself back from just taking her. Need ached in him, compelled him. He was as hard as iron, throbbing.
    Ariel felt the broad head of his sex pressed against her, poised at the entrance to her core, pulsing in time to the beat of his heart.
    She took a long look at him.
    Dear God, he was beautiful.
    The taut muscles in his broad shoulders, chest and arms were etched beneath his skin as he held himself above her. His shaft, long, heavy and very hard, just touched the entrance to her. The effort of holding himself back was undeniable. She could see it in the quivering in his arms, in the very fact that he held himself back.
    It enough that he’d asked.
    So close. In all fairness, she couldn’t deny him this. She wasn’t a tease. He had given her so much.
    Nor could she deny herself. She wanted him inside her, filling her, stretching her. She nearly moaned in pleasure at the thought.
    Looking up into his clear green eyes, into the intense passion and desire that smoldered in them, she smiled and answered in the only way she