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to her.
    God, it was wonderful. More than wonderful. It was amazing. Sublime. It was…
    Right. So goddamn right.
    His erection pressing to the sodden junction of her thighs, Aidan hooked the edge of her bra with his fingers, and with one swift move of his arm, pulled the lace from her breast and raised her shirt up her torso.
    He looked at what he’d revealed for a short—and at the same time, agonizingly long—second before his gaze found her face. “Are you sure?” he whispered, the words almost strangled.
    Was she? This wasn’t just a quick fuck. Not even a one-night stand—well, a one-morning stand. There was no coming back from this. Sex with Aidan. Everything changed after that. Whether it was good or horrendously bad, it changed everything.
    Horrendously bad? Are you serious? You’ve never felt so freaking aroused, so consumed with…with…hell, so consumed with real pleasure and all he’s done is kiss you.
    Was she sure?
    She nodded, swallowing at the thick anticipation rising in her throat. “I’ve never been surer.”
    The muscles in his body tensed, his nostrils flared again, and then he lowered his head and took her nipple in his mouth.
    Exquisite pleasure shot through her, and she cried out, her pussy not just throbbing but contracting with such eager want she thrust her hips harder to his body. She’d had her breasts sucked before, but what Aidan was doing…
    His tongue rolled over her nipple, short stabbing strokes followed by shorter, sharper sucks that sent shards of squirming pressure straight through her. She moaned, fisting her hands in his hair and shoving her sex closer to his cock. “Oh, Aidan…” She closed her eyes, close to sensory overload. “That feels…”
    “I’m in hell here, Mack,” he growled, his lips and breath hot on her breast. “I want to make this last forever—for as long as I’ve wanted to do it—but I’m so close to coming…”
    The torment she heard in his voice, the raw truth, flayed McKenzie’s tenuous control. God, why had she never known he felt this way? Why hadn’t she realized she felt the same? Her pussy squeezed a cock that wasn’t there. She opened her eyes and gazed up at him, the pain etching his face, the desire, making her sex flood.
    She’d always been one for foreplay. Long sessions of foreplay followed by longer sessions of fucking, but Aidan—as always—seemed to know exactly what she needed. She needed him inside her. Now.
    “Sixteen years of foreplay and I didn’t even know it,” she murmured.
    Aidan’s jaw bunched, his cock nudging her sex with a jerking spasm. “I fucking did.”
    She laughed, a shallow burst of awestruck breath, and he seized on the moment to rise up between her legs, grab the waistline of her shorts and yank them off her body, taking her sodden undies with them.
    “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue later,” he rasped, tossing her clothing aside, his voice not altogether steady. “I promise, but right now…”
    He tore open his fly, his cock springing free of its imprisonment immediately. McKenzie’s breath left her in a whimpering moan. God, he was huge.
    Precome glistened on the tip of his shaft, a perfect bead of pleasure. Her mouth filled with moisture at the thought of licking it off with her tongue.
    Later. Later. But now…now…
    “Condom?” The single word passed Aidan’s lips in a low question, his breath ragged, his oh-so-very-impressive stomach muscles hitching.
    McKenzie laughed. “I’ve known you for sixteen years, Rogers.” She raised herself off the bed, just enough to trace her fingertip up the length of his cock, its satiny heat making her pussy contract. “I trust you more than I trust any other living soul. I know you will always protect me and you know I would never do anything to hurt you, but if you think there’s a reason to use a condom, then use one.”
    His nostrils flared again and McKenzie could see his throat work up and down as he