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cow!
Rachel had known he would be every bit as good as her fantasies, but never had she
     imagined this sort of ecstasy.
    Relentlessly, he pushed in and out of her, hitting that spot so deep and shocking
     with every last plunge. She closed her eyes, struggling to breathe. Her thighs tightened.
     She wanted her arms around him, but he held her pinned to the bed and drove into her
     again and again.
    “Open your eyes.”
    She squeezed them even more tightly shut, so focused on the sensations that stacked
     on top of her restraint, crushing it. Her clit burned. He shocked the end of her passage
     with every forceful thrust.
    “Fucking open your eyes and look at me.”
    Something about his deep growl forced her to obey. His face hovered just above hers,
     and he fused their stares together. A jolt, a zing, an electric sizzle—they lit her
     up. The forces in her body swirled together, spinning faster and faster, taking her
     down with them like a whirlpool sucking away her ability to breathe, to care about
     anything but the ecstasy about to sear across her soul.
    “Decker,” she whispered almost soundlessly, out of breath.
    Using all the power of his muscled arms and thighs, he fucked his way even harder
     inside her. His stare penetrated deeper. This didn’t feel like a one-night stand.
     Decker utterly possessed her, from their linked fingers above her head, to their locked
     stares, all the way to their joined bodies.
    The uproar of tingles and aches throbbing with need all compounded to overload her,
     but they had nothing on the sudden fervor that seized her heart.
    All the sensations inside her melded, conjoined, rose dangerously. Then her body combusted.
     Her sex clamped down on him, womb clenching, as pleasure spilled over in a lush melding
     of wonder, ecstasy, and thrill.
    Above her, Decker pounded into her mercilessly, jaw tensing, eyes raging, breath sawing
     in and out of his chest with effort, with excitement. He crushed her lips under his
     own and gripped her hands fiercely. Then his entire body tensed as he submerged himself
     completely inside her, setting off another storm of astonishing pleasure. As she screamed
     into his kiss and held on for dear life, Rachel wondered if she’d be able to forget
     this night or this man—ever.

FIVE
    TEN MINUTES LATER, RACHEL WAS CURLED AGAINST HIS SIDE, hand brushing up and down his chest. The room was still mostly dark, broken only by
     a nightlight coming from the bathroom and a twinkle from the silvery moon streaming
     through the window. He’d disposed of the condom and caught his breath. Even on the
     comfy mattress wrapped in soft sheets and what had to be homemade quilts, Decker couldn’t
     relax. His brain wouldn’t downshift to a gear other than sex. Over and over, one thought
     plagued his head:
What the hell had happened between them?
    They hadn’t just fucked. She hadn’t merely been aroused. He hadn’t simply wanted her.
     What they’d done here had been . . . something more.
    That made no fucking sense. He didn’t really know this girl. But the very first time
     he’d clapped eyes on her picture had been a visceral blow to his chest. Touching her
     shook him even more. Filling her tight cunt had been absolutely earthshaking. Despite
     an orgasm that had all but fractured his restraint and sent him rocketing into a pleasure
     so surreal, he still felt stunned and dazed; he still hadn’t managed to unleash all
     the lust broiling inside him.
    It didn’t add up. She wouldn’t be capable of the same sexual gymnastics as that girl
     from Moscow. She’d never be as freaky as those twins from Mexico City. She probably
     didn’t give a mind-bending blow job like the show dancer he’d hooked up with in Rio.
     But Rachel had something none of those women possessed, a quality he couldn’t put
     his finger on that made him want to bury his cock inside her again and stay for a
     sweet long while. She drew him in. He liked her mix of