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her body, and Sterling was still wearing his shorts. They hung at his hips, so he was half-exposed, but half-unclothed was not nearly naked enough. She slid her boneless body to the floor and this time she was the one to drop to her knees and strip him naked.

    The corners of her mouth twitched as she allowed her gaze to dwell on him. He was as magnificent in the proudly upstanding flesh as her questing fingers had guessed.

    She reached for him, but he stopped her. “Condoms,” he all but sputtered, and she
    understood he wanted to be inside her, and fast.
    She wasn’t about to get in the way of such a truly excellent idea. “Where are they?” she asked.

    “In the bedroom,” he muttered, already moving away from her.
    She giggled at the sight of his firm rear end hustling from the kitchen. When he returned, her laughter died in her throat. He’d already donned the condom and was more than ready. Before she could draw her next breath, he hoisted her up against the purring fridge.
    Her hips were in his big, capable, hot hands and her legs were wrapped around his waist. He kissed her, deep and hard and she tasted her own pleasure and a hint of coffee.

    She felt his hardness probing and the shiver of appreciation as he drove high up into her body. The fridge was cold and hard against her back and Sterling was hot and hard against her front, but it was the thrusting heat inside her body that had her going out of her mind.

    Her hands, clinging round his neck, clawed at his shoulders as their bodies thrust together, as primal and satisfying as a jungle drum.

    He groaned, but it was more a groan of pain than pleasure and her eyes flew open.

    “Sterling. I’m too heavy! Put me down.”

    “You’re not heavy. I have a bad knee. But don’t worry, I’m not leaving your body until we both come,” he said through gritted teeth.

    She couldn’t argue with his logic, but neither could she let him continue hurting himself.
    “Bedroom,” she gasped.

    “Floor,” he responded in turn.
    He eased them down until he lay on the floor and she straddled him. It had taken some maneuvering from them both, but he was still imbedded inside her.

    She grinned into his face, then leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Her thigh muscles protested when she tried to push up on them, so she lay flat atop him, put her legs between his and pushed her toes against the kitchen tile, rocking against him.

    And she never stopped kissing him.
    He thrust his tongue deep in her mouth as she climaxed, swallowing the loudest of her cries.
    Then he groaned into her mouth as the deepest, jerking thrusts and the gorgeous rush of liquid heat filled the latex protecting them.

    She lay sprawled atop him, her head against his chest, and started to laugh.

    “What?”

    “Nothing. I think it’s just the adrenaline wearing off.”

    “Hopefully not too much. I had a lot of fun. Give me a few minutes then we can go at it for another round.”

    “Me, too.” She lifted her head to smile down into his face. “I thought somebody might call the cops the way I was yelling.”

    His deep chuckle rumbled beneath her. “Anyone with a little bit of common sense would have known those were screams of pleasure.”

    “I should have warned you,” she said, dropping her gaze to his chest and plucking softly at the light spatter hair there. “I’m kind of noisy.”

    “I like it.”

    “You do?” She raised her head in suspicion. Was he teasing?

    “Sure. A lady out in public, and totally unrestrained in the bedroom. My kind of woman.”

    She chuckled to herself, feeling extremely reassured. “You could go deaf. So don’t say I never warned you.”
    Sterling grinned. “Next time I’ll use earplugs.”

Chapter Eight
    Sterling reached out, almost lazily, and scooped a shiny, wet ice cube into his fingers.

    “This was a great idea.” He stretched forward and slid the cold wetness over the slope of her breast, where the skin was bare, and rubbed it