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mysterious, sexy look that made him crazy.
    He felt his muscles bunch, braced himself with knees and elbows, and with a quick prayer that she would come quickly, he gave her what she wanted. What he needed. His hips powered into her. Thrust after long, hard thrust as they both groaned, arched, slamming their bodies into each other, fighting for the ultimate high as their blood thundered, rushed.
    Rebecca screamed for him. He relished the sound, thrusting deeper inside her as he felt her clench, gush. Another sharp scream issued from her throat as she began to climax harshly. He was only a second away. He gritted his teeth, fought a shout, and lost his control as he felt the rippling power of his ejaculation tearing through his body.
    “Becca!” He cried out her name, holding himself deep and tight within her as his seed pumped hard and fast inside her gripping, spasming flesh.
    Damn, if he had to die, this was the way to go. Jackson barely caught himself before he collapsed on top of her. At the last second, he twisted his body, falling beside her, his eyes closing in exhaustion as he fought for breath, and for sanity. Yeah, that’s what he needed. Sanity. Sex like this should be outlawed, though he’d hate to have to arrest himself.
    He grinned at that. His hand fell to Rebecca’s stomach, feeling the sharp rise and fall of it as she fought for her own breath. They were both gasping, fighting for control. He felt alternately proud as hell, and scared to his toenails. He wanted to beat on his chest, he wanted to slink away and hide from her. Sex shouldn’t be that damned good.
    “Amazing, you’re absolutely amazing, but I think perhaps I’ve died.” Her voice, so proper and well cultured, made him smile. Damn if he didn’t have a bona fide Yankee.
    He’d never live it down.
    Jericho, Tennessee didn’t boast many Yankees. He was pretty damned sure they wouldn’t brag about any, if they were there. And those who might be there hid it real well, to the best of his knowledge. But here he had a soft, vibrant, incredibly lusty she-cat on his hands, and he loved it.
    “Sure ‘bout that?” he whispered against her ear, feeling the involuntary shiver that raced over skin. “Just let me catch my breath, sugar, and we’ll try for another round. See if I can bring you back to life.”
    Her breath caught. He heard it, felt the stillness of her body.
    “Uh, slow down now, cowboy. Give a girl a moment to recharge,” she said with a soft sexy laugh.
    There was a faint protest there. Real faint, Jackson thought, wishing he had the strength for the chuckle he wanted to release. Damn, it was all he could do to breathe.
    “Just rest there then.” He took a deep breath, making himself rise and reach to the foot of the bed where the comforter had been tossed.
    Damned A/C was hell on damp skin, he thought, feeling her shiver again. He covered them both, then settled back beside her with an exhausted sigh.
    “I have to get up early.” She cuddled into his arms, her head against his chest as a last sigh whispered over his chest. “Don’t let me ignore the alarm.”
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    He glanced over at the red digital display on her side of the bed. Alarm was set, at least. He would have hated to have to go to the trouble.
    “Sure thing, sugar.” He yawned, pulling her tighter in his arms, his chin resting against the top of her head as he closed his eyes.
    Damn, a sudden thought struck him. She wasn’t going to run him off before dawn?
    He frowned, wondering how long it had been since he had spent the night with a woman, instead of sneaking out of her house before daylight. Neighbors and gossip—
    they turned normally intelligent women into gibbering masses of nervousness. They wanted to play, but damned if they wanted anyone to know it.
    He had always been amused by the same shy, sweet, parlor room ladies gasping and moaning in the dead of night, then pushing their lovers swiftly from the back door