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continued that subtle body friction, back and forth, wetter and hotter with each stroke.
    It seemed he’d been denying himself for a lifetime, and if she didn’t accept him soon, he’d embarrass himself. That thought no sooner entered his brain than she hooked her legs over his hips, wrapping herself around him.
    Out of desperation, Ozzie took that as an invitation to proceed.
    He drew back, and this time when he came forward, he sank into that wet heat.
    She broke the kiss with a gasp, her eyes closed, her lips parted. Watching her, gauging her every reaction, he pressed in farther. Her nails scored his shoulders, but he didn’t mind.
    “Easy,” he whispered, feeling her clench tight around him as he worked beyond the natural resistance of her body. He kissed her again, stifling her groan, holding her still as he squeezed in deeper and deeper. He wanted all of her. He wanted to bury himself in her.
    When her legs dropped to the side of him, her heels bracing against the mattress, he raised his head to look at her. She appeared dazed and excited, and very accepting.
    “A little more,” he encouraged.
    Her breathing turned ragged, and her slender frame went taut.
    He slipped one hand beneath her hips, tilted her up, and her body welcomed the rest of him.
    Marci arched into him.
    Ozzie held perfectly still.
    Sweat dampened his shoulders, and he felt his muscles quivering with the restraint. His cock throbbed and pulsed with the need for release.
    Through clenched teeth, he whispered, “Talk to me, Marci.”
    Instead, she moaned, not a moan of pain, but one of acute pleasure. Her arms went around his neck, her legs wound tight around his hips. She opened smoky blue eyes, and murmured low, “Osbourne…”
    He was a goner.
    Sealing his mouth over hers in a voracious kiss, he began thrusting, hard and fast, just as he’d warned her it would be.
    Unfortunately, she liked it enough that her internal muscles clamped around him, and she made small sounds of rising satisfaction that sent him right over the edge.
    He left her mouth to growl, “Sorry, so damn sorry …” and he came in a blinding rush that wiped all coherent thought from his mind.
    Marci held him, caressed him, moaned with him, and when the storm finally passed, she hugged him and put small, sweet kisses on his shoulder.
    Lethargy held him for long minutes. In Marci’s embrace, he basked in the afterglow of release, the complete elimination of tension and the relaxation of every muscle. It had been a long night and a frustrating morning. The day had passed into afternoon and he was suddenly so tired he couldn’t see straight.
    He was just about to doze off when Marci let out a shuddering, soft sigh. Ozzie returned to the here and now with startling speed.
    Oh, shit. Talk about blowing it.
    With much effort, he rolled to the side of her and tried to gather his wits. After that disappointing performance, he didn’t want to look at her. And with the way his legs still trembled, he wouldn’t even be able to make it up to her until he got some sleep.
    But he wouldn’t be a coward. He’d apologize. He’d man-up and promise to do better next time. Soon. Like in a few hours.
    Raising himself on one bent arm, he looked down at her, and was surprised to see her smiling at him.
    What the hell did she have to smile about?
    Ozzie frowned. “You okay?”
    The smile widened. “I’m terrific.”
    He glanced down over her naked body. Her legs were still parted, and one of her socks had fallen off, leaving a small foot bare. Her silky skin looked rosy. The light brown curls between her thighs were damp.
    Hell, maybe he didn’t need to sleep after all.
    He reached for her, and a distant bark carried over the wind.
    Groaning, he flopped back on the bed.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “The dog must have finally seen my car. He’s on his way in.”
    She crawled over the top of him and propped her pointy elbows on his chest. “That’s a problem?”
    “It’s just that he

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