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Unless the open challenge in her gaze and obvious peaked state of her delicately pink nipples was an invitation. She looked like she wanted it, and he was more than willing to give it to her.
    Parker stood and scooped her out of the chair. Taking her back to the rumpled bed, he deposited her without ceremony and unfastened his pants to free his straining erection. Celia watched him shove his jeans down his hips. She said breathlessly, “Hurry.”
    Oh God .
    He couldn‘t get out of his clothes fast enough. He heard the rattle of a button as it hit the floor when he pulled his shirt off, and it seemed forever to get his boots off his feet. Celia watched him with languorous invitation in her beautiful eyes and her glorious body was posed seductively, slim thighs slightly parted so he could see the promise of heaven. As he finally tossed his jeans aside, she deliberately and slowly spread her legs open in an unmistakable carnal signal of exactly what she wanted.
    God in heaven, he could tell she was already wet and ready.
    He covered her and with one smooth thrust, sheathed himself to the hilt inside her luscious wet heat.
    When she cried out, he had one split second of fear he‘d hurt her, but then her legs wrapped around his waist and her nails lightly scored his back. She said breathlessly, “Oh, yes.”
    He should at least kiss her, he thought as he began to move, but from the urgent lift of her hips and the grasp of her hands, he guessed she was more interested in speed than finesse. The night before he‘d taken care to make love to her as gently as he knew how and initiate her to sexual intercourse with a care for her innocence.
    Right now, as she so saucily suggested, he simply fucked her.
    His buttocks flexed as he thrust between her legs, his harsh breathing mingling with the soft sounds of her moans of enjoyment. The pleasure of being inside her was exquisite, and the soft friction of her tight nipples against his chest aroused him further. For someone who had been a virgin just the night before, Celia seemed to possess an innate sensuality. She knew just how far to lift her hips so he slid in as deep as possible, and the flush of enjoyment on her lovely face was unmistakable.
    When it came to sex, she wasn‘t exactly quiet either, and he found it sexy as hell.
    “Parker,” she moaned, her inner muscles tightening with perfect, tantalizing pressure around his surging cock.
    “Come for me,” he urged, a faint sheen of sweat breaking out over his whole body. “I want to see you climax, sweetheart.”
    Her throat arched back, and her eyes drifted shut, the lashes dark against the elegant curve of her cheekbones. Celia panted, “Ooh…I…can‘t…take…it.”
    But she did take it. She took it hard for about another three deep strokes before she screamed and convulsed around his insistent penetration in open, abandoned release.
    He climaxed in a violent rush of response, the pleasure so acute the entire world went blank. He ejaculated so hard his muscles shook as he emptied into her vagina. Parker buried his face in the fragrant silk of her tumbled hair and gasped, feeling small aftershocks of pulsing pleasure, only barely aware enough to keep his weight braced so he didn‘t crush the woman beneath him.
    Tangled together in an intimate joining of damp skin and entwined limbs, they stayed that way without speaking for a few moments until Celia gave a small, soft laugh. It turned into genuine mirth, and Parker finally lifted his head and wryly raised his brows. “For your information, a man isn‘t flattered if a woman laughs at him after sex.”
    Her slender fingers lifted to stroke his cheek and she shook her head. “I‘m not laughing at you, quite the contrary. I‘m laughing at my mother.”
    “I‘d appreciate it if when we‘re in bed together that we not mention our parents.” Parker said it with a small grin, entranced with how beautiful she looked beneath him with her burnished gold hair and