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fingers sinking into his hair. All that soft skin teasing against his chest was making him crazy. He had to touch her everywhere. His hands couldn’t get enough of the feel of her. He dragged away from her plush mouth, licking across the slight pout of her bottom lip, to trail kisses down her throat.
    She was soft and sweet and everything he’d never thought he wanted. The small cries and moans that escaped her as he tasted sensitive flesh and traced his tongue across the indentations on her midriff were driving him over the edge much faster than he wanted to go.
    He was buying her health club because her spin class instructor needed a raise.
    He moved back up, catching one small perfect bud in his mouth, trailing his tongue in a hot circle and tightening his hold on her as she bowed off the bed. One hand tightened on her rib cage to hold her still as his other moved to shape the small swell. Her hand tightened in his hair and she gasped as he sucked hard and deep. His name was a breathless plea on her lips. It scorched him beyond reason.
    He slid one hand down her body and between her legs. Her body arched up against his as he pushed into all the slick wet heat. He caught her surprised cry with another deep kiss while his whole body shook with some primitive pleasure he’d give some thought to in about fifty or sixty years when he refused to regret this night. She was tight, too tight, but the flames in his mind burned away a flicker of his seldom used conscience.
    He caressed and worked her responsive flesh. Her soft mews of pleasure and fleeting gasps weren't enough. He wanted more. He wanted all of her. He wanted her to scream his name. She whimpered when he pulled his hand back, her hips following him until he broke the connection.
    He caught her hand when she reached for him, and laced his fingers with hers with one hand while his other hand pushed her legs farther apart.
    He parted the silken flesh and kissed her. He could feel her body coiling tighter and tighter. As far gone as he was, he knew he’d never get enough of her but he didn't stop. When the storm was ready to break free, her hand gripped his until he almost couldn’t feel his fingers. She arched as he forced her higher. A cry flew out of her, sending heat rippling all through him.
    Nic was nowhere near done. He had to see how many different ways he could break her apart and put her back together. He found himself cataloging the details and trying to remember what flick of his tongue caused which reaction or where to apply more pressure. Her response captivated him. He forgot there was more to it than her cry of pleasure when she came apart for him again and again.
    As he built the next orgasm in her, he knew he was stoking a dangerous fire. This one would be spectacular and he wanted to see her face. Catch her cry with his mouth. He needed to see her eyes. He replaced his mouth with his hand, his fingers sinking deep inside her. She trembled as she moaned. He kissed his way up her body, pausing to tease tight nipples as his thumb pushed her closer to the brink.
    All the oxygen fled Nic's system. Her face was damp, wrecked with tears and too many emotions to count. He kissed her again, wondering if he’d ever get enough of the taste of her. “Hold on, beautiful.”
    She nodded and almost smiled but took a deep breath instead. He rolled on the condom with unusually shaky hands, then moved over her. He kissed her again, fighting to hold back when every one of his instincts screamed to go deep.
    He paused when he felt her stiffen at his first nudge against her. He slid his fingers in again, teasing at her clit until she was gasping and tilting her hips up for him. When his name escaped on her next breath, Nic eased inside. “You’re so tight,” he whispered against her ear. “Relax, Lizzie.”
    “Please don’t stop.” The soft words broke something deep inside him. She rocked against him and Nic hissed as her body pulled him in. Air stalled in his