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  He licked every inch of the heated flesh, lapping up her feminine cream as fast as it flowed. Soft little moans floated from her throat as he flicked his tongue at her clit, then nibbled at it lightly with his teeth.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, bending her knees and planting her feet on either side of him.

  Sliding his hands beneath her hips, he lifted her to his mouth and feasted. His tongue probed every inch of her cunt, the tip searching out the sweet spots, his teeth taking little nips here and there then returning to her clit again. When he rimmed her vagina with his tongue, then swept it lower toward her anus, she gasped and pushed herself at his head.

  He spread his fingers so the tips reached into the cleft of her ass, but he held himself back from probing any further. One virgin hole was enough for tonight.

  When he thrust his tongue inside her again, the walls of her pussy quivered and her cream thickly coated his tongue. God, she was so hot. He wanted to wrap her up and run away with her, keep her all to himself.

  He lowered her hips to the quilt, and she protested in a low voice. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  “We’ve only just started, darlin’.”

  His hand trembling on her zipper, he managed to pull the rest of her dress over her head. His mouth watered at the sight of her tempting breasts, nipples pointing straight at him. He bent and took them in his mouth, one at a time, nibbling and sucking, pressing them against the roof of his mouth.

  Jamie reached for him, her hands yanking away the leather thong he used to tie his hair back, then threading through the loosened strands.

  He cupped her breasts, molding them in his palms, pressing the soft flesh with his fingers as he continued to suck at the tips.

  When she reached down to tug at his T-shirt, he lifted his head. “Give me a minute.”

  He’d rapidly stripped off his clothing, the night air cool on his naked skin. He couldn’t take his eyes from her, her body, so tempting, so sweet, so hot. If only he could keep her forever.

  He fished a foil packet from his jeans pocket before dropping them to the ground again. In seconds, he had himself fully sheathed. He didn’t want to have to stop again for anything.

  Then he was over her again, kissing her breasts, the valley between them, her navel, swirling his tongue over the soft pubic curls, tormenting her clit.

  His cock was so hard he was afraid it would break if he hit it against something. All the play and experimentation, all the nights of fucking her with his fingers, of her sucking him until he exploded in her mouth, couldn’t hold a candle to what awaited him.

  He lifted her legs over his shoulder to give himself better access and to make penetration easier for her. Testing her with his fingers to make sure she was still well lubricated, he pressed the head of his penis against the mouth of her vagina and pushed gently. He felt her tense beneath him and held still, giving her time to adjust to even that small intrusion. His own body was taut with lust and desire.

  When her body relaxed again, he pushed a little further into her warm, wet channel and reached to tweak her nipples. Murmuring to her, soothing her, whispering erotic things he wanted to do to her, he pushed slowly until the head of his dick touched the thin barrier.

  “Hold on, darlin’,” he gasped. “One little pinch. That’s all. I promise.”

  He flexed his hips and pushed, hard enough to break through. She cried out, and he stilled, giving her time again to adjust.

  “Okay?” Sweat was pouring from his body, and his blood was boiling.”Do you want me to stop?”

  “God, no,” burst from her lips. “Don’t stop.”

  “Okay. Okay.”

  He rolled his hips and set up a slow, steady pace, watching her through slitted eyes as her breathing changed and her blue eyes stared up at him. Slowly, in slight increments, her body accepted his cock completely, her moist heat so tight around him it stole his breath. Her cunt was like a wet fist gripping him, squeezing him.

  Don’t rush, don’t rush, don’t rush.

  But in a moment, the tempo of her body changed, her legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back.

  “Do it,” she panted. “Do it now.”

  He increased his pace, moving one hand to take her clit between thumb and forefinger, stroking it harder and harder. The arm he braced himself with shook with the effort. He gritted his teeth, waiting for the sign she was ready to climax. When the tremors began in her vaginal channel, he thrust harder, again and again, until her orgasm roared through her, taking him with it, and he emptied himself into the latex reservoir, his cock pulsing until he was afraid he would never stop.

  When he collapsed on top of her, bracing himself on his forearms, his heart thundered and his pulse raced like a roller coaster. He dragged air into his lungs in huge gasps. Finally, he rolled to the side, his penis still inside her body as he pulled her against him. His hand caressed her arm and her back; his fingers sifted through her hair.

  “Are you all right?” he asked, seeking the truth in her eyes.

  She smiled at him. “More than all right. Maybe perfect.”

  “Did I hurt you, darlin’? I tried not to.”

  “Only for a second. And then...God, Zane. It was like nothing else I’ve ever felt.” Her eyes glittered. “It was...like magic.” She molded her body against his, her hand making little circles on his chest.

  He brushed kisses on her cheeks and forehead, then took her mouth as if he’d never get enough of it again. Her heart beat as fast as his, her uneven breath mingling with his. There were so many things he wanted to do with her. To her. He wondered how far he could push her before she left him behind in the dust.

  Pushing the hair back from her face, he gave her one light, last kiss. Then he slid reluctantly from her body and stood up, disposing of the condom in a handkerchief and stuffing it in his pocket. He pulled out another square of white cotton and knelt between her legs, tenderly wiping away the evidence of their coupling and planting a soft kiss on her pouty lips.

  She had given him a gift tonight, and he would treat her with the proper respect. If only he didn’t know deep inside that Jamie Randall thought staying in Amen was like a bird trapped in a cage. And he had no idea how to change her mind.

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  Zane opened his eyes and glanced quickly around him to make sure he was still hidden and alone. The memory of that night remained so vivid it might have happened yesterday. Despite their bitter parting, he’d never been able to completely kill his feelings for her. God knows he’d fucked enough women, trying to erase the imprint of her body from his memory. The feel of her like a wet glove around him. The unbelievable feeling of that first time.

  He certainly had enough regrets. He’d tried to tell her things would be different between them, that he wanted more from her than just sex, and she might have believed him if he hadn’t made a stupid mistake.

  Two nights later, he was in the Roadkill Bar, drinking with his buddies, tying one on for no good reason at all. And Darlene Esquivel had come onto him full force. It was tragically unfortunate that he’d been all but fucking her against the side of his pickup when Jamie pulled into the parking lot of the Gas ’n Go right next door.

  The sex they’d had after that was just that—sex. She was once again on her kick of blowing away the dust of Amen and him, too. Nothing he said could make a difference. Only her absence had allowed him to deal with it.

  But now she was back.

  Damn it.

  His skin was burning and his body ached. One kiss and he wanted her more than ever before. He wanted her worse than a doper wanted his next fix. Zane knew, one way or another, he’d have her, and then he’d be even sorrier than he was now.

  Jamming his foot down on the accelerator, he laid rubber pulling back onto the highway and tearing off down the asphalt.

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