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than she wanted to live to see another day. A soft sound escaped her when she felt the wide crest part the slick folds of her pussy.
    “Shh, baby. I’ve got you.” Brian cupped her buttock, canting her slightly, making it easier for her to take the first hard inch.
    Heat flared across skin, flushing her.
    “So pretty,” he murmured, pushing deeper. “I love the way you blush when I slide into you. And, God . . . I fucking love the way you feel. So tight and hot. So slick. Your cunt gets so wet for me.”
    She lifted her hips, needing faster and deeper. “Hurry.”
    His gaze was on her face, tender and searching. “Didn’t we already talk about rushing?”
    “I need you in me. You can slow down once you’re there.”
    “You’re tight as a virgin, Layla.” He slid a fraction deeper, his eyes darkening as her pussy rippled greedily. “You feel like you did the first time I had you.”
    Turning her head, she pressed her hot cheek into the cool pillowcase. She’d tried starting a relationship with someone else, gave it her best shot and stayed with great guys longer than she should have. But after a couple years of trying her damnedest, she’d given up. She was hurting men who didn’t deserve to be hurt and she was hurting herself.
    Brian caught her face in both hands. “Open your eyes, Layla.”
    Her neck arched as he withdrew a little bit, then pushed deeper.
    “Look at me,” he coaxed. “Let me watch you take my cock.”
    Her lids lifted. She watched him, too. Watched his skin tighten over his cheekbones, watched the pleasure cross his face like the sweetest agony. He worked into her with slow easy drives, holding her gaze as the connection deepened. Tugging him closer with her legs, Layla lifted as he bore down, the pleasure hot and drugging.
    The leisurely penetration felt like a deep inner massage and she moaned. “Brian, please . . .”
    His tongue followed the curve of his lower lip, his look so fiercely sexual she trembled with the force of her desire. “There,” he purred, rolling his hips and pushing home. He stroked in and out, then pushed his torso upright. “You’ve got all of me.”
    God, how she wished that was true.
    With her legs draped over his thighs, Brian looked down between them. “I’ve dreamed of this. Dreamed of filling you again. So many damn times.”
    His thick cock pulled free to the crest. The vein-corded length pushed back into her, stretching her deliciously. His raw, serrated groan of pleasure made her come.
    “Oh!” She trembled violently as the climax hit her. “Brian.”
    “Yeah,” he growled, holding her hips and pounding through her orgasm, driving deep and hard. His head bent to her breast, his mouth surrounding an aching nipple and working it with his tongue, his hands keeping her still as his cock shafted her convulsing pussy with savage hunger.
    She clung to his wrists and fought for breath, the mattress squeaking under the ferocity of his thrusts, her body quaking with the violence of her pleasure.
    “Me, too, baby.” He gasped. “Ah, shit . . . me, too.”
    He crushed her against him, his hips grinding against hers as he emptied his seed deep inside her.
    “Layla.” He gripped the sides of her head and rubbed his cheek against hers. “Layla.”
    Closing her stinging eyes, she held on as tightly as she could.

Chapter 5
    S howered, dressed, and standing over the bed, Brian woke Layla with a gentle tug on her ear with his teeth.
    “Put it away, stallion,” she muttered, clutching tighter at the pillow in her arms.
    He laughed, his love for her a purring beast in his chest. “I’ve got a hot bath waiting for you. I’m going to grab something to go from the diner, make a couple calls, then gas up the truck. I should be back in about thirty minutes, then we’ve got to hit the road.”
    “What time is it?”
    “Seven thirty.”
    “Oh, man . . .”
    He smacked her ass through the sheets. She’d never been a morning person. On nights like the one