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with a hard, plundering kiss, the weight of his body and roll of his hips. He wanted her to feel him,
there
. He wanted their bodies moving together, rocking in time, over and again.
    Another minute and he’d have been naked. But the look on her face when she’d taken him in hand…
    He’d never seen anything like it.
    And now to have her beneath him, her knees sliding up his ribs, one high heel digging into his ass—
    He swore, pulling back, a hairsbreadth from losing control. From jerking down his fly and slamming inside her. From going mindless. A place he never went. A place he didn’t trust.
    Not even with Ava. Especially not with Ava.
    She peered up at him, her hair a dark spill of gloss and shine around a face he knew better than his own. Her hand drifted to his cheek, up into the hair she seemed to love to pull, and then down his chest and stomach until she’d hooked her fingers into the still secure top of his pants. A flick and she had him undone.
    “You know where the condoms are,” she murmured with barely a nod toward the nightstand he’d stocked himself. “Hurry.”

Chapter 6
    Thighs sliding together in restless anticipation, Ava was 100 percent confident there was nothing sexier on the planet than Sam rolling on a condom. Those big workman’s hands she’d just had all over her, inside of her, were circled around his thick length, smoothing on the condom until it was unrolled to the very end.
    And
oh man,
he was big. And ready. And climbing between her legs, which upon further consideration was actually the sexiest thing on the planet, with the latex-rolling thing a very close second.
    “You sure about this, Ava?” he asked, those weathered blues intent on her eyes.
    “No. I’ve changed my mind,” she answered deadpan, because it was Sam and she could. “I’m bored. Unimpressed.”
    And that grin, okay, for real this time,
that
was the sexiest thing. Especially as it lowered to her breast and began rubbing back and forth across the small, sensitive mound.
    “I think you’re a little liar, Ava.” His lips covered the tight bud of her nipple and he sucked, widened his kiss, and drew harder until the deep pull extended straight through to her center and she cried out, her hips rising up in need.
    Snaking a hand between her legs, Sam cupped her there, rubbing slowly in time with the powerful draws of his mouth. He pressed his finger inside, stroking oversensitive nerves that had her gasping as shocks of pleasure lit through her body. Another finger pressed in and the decadent stretch made her ache for more. He added a third thick digit and Ava lost it. The pressure was too good, too much, and—how was this even possible?—already she was thundering toward the edge again. Her small hand covering Sam’s much larger one as he thrust in and out of her.
    “Sam, I’m going to—you’re making me—”
    Then those probing fingers were gone, replaced by the blunt head of his cock firm against her opening. Pressing in thick and wide. Hard.
    Oh God,
big
.
    Different from his fingers, more intense. And the pressure as he filled her, stretched her everywhere at once. It was like nothing she’d known before. It left her gasping for breath, crying out as the pleasure built with each new inch. And then he was there. Seated deep inside.
    Heaven.
    “Christ, Ava,” Sam ground out above her, his features hard as he stared into her face. “You’re so tight. So good.”
    “You—” she started, but the word was barely a breath. More than she could ask from a body that was, in that moment, wholly occupied by Sam’s presence within it.
    Eyes still locked with hers, Sam slowly pulled back, withdrawing to nearly the head, and then steadily sank deep enough to push the breath from her lungs again.
    Her lips parted soundlessly as the wet friction against her overtaxed nerves threatened to push her beyond the limit. Take her to a place she didn’t know.
    Another wet retreat and penetrating shaft, and