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said because she was still off in some netherworld where orgasms like the
one she’d just experienced were permissible for mere mortals. Only when she
felt his knee between her legs, encouraging them open, did she fully realize
what he’d said.
    As she stepped her legs apart, he put both
hands around her hips and pulled her ass away from the door so that she arched
her spine. She heard him reach into his pocket. Then there was the sound of the
condom packet being ripped open, the scrape of his zip, the low groan he made,
and then, thankfully, his hands were back on her hips.
    He tilted her a little, so that her ass was
raised higher, then used his hand to guide his cock to her opening. He eased
himself inside her, inch by delicious inch, until he sank to the hilt.
    Bloody hell, it was amazing like this. He
filled her to capacity, his hard, long length packed inside her as if they were
made to connect by every available centimeter.
    He started to move, slow at first, then harder,
faster.
    Amber’s breath pumped out along with Ethan’s,
his grip on her hips increasing until his fingers dug into her flesh.
    Still he pumped, and she realized that she was
about to come. Again. Ethan roared out his own climax at the exact same moment
she reached hers.
    The room spun, colors clashing, images blurring
as she soared off into some ethereal place, all the while connected to Ethan,
his hard length impaling her, his arms anchoring her.
    Spent, Amber crashed back against him, her head
against his shoulder, her body limp in his arms.
    Heavy breathing filled the kitchen and as Amber
gasped for air, her nostrils filled with the scent of fabulous sex and hot,
satiated man. She smiled as she leaned into him, enjoying the brush of his
mouth against her neck.
    “God,” she gasped. “You made me come again.”
    “You sound surprised, green eyes.” His cocky
tone mingled with the fight to control his breathing, which made her laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
    “Nothing. I’m just in awe.”
    He kissed the side of her neck before slowly
pulling out of her. “Me, too.”
    She turned to face him as he tugged up his
trousers and slid the zip. He left the button on his waistband unfastened,
which looked sexy as hell. “Trevor never made me climax when he was inside me.
You have, every time.”
    “That’s part of my awe-ness.” He smiled as he
pulled her against him and, she thought vaguely, how erotic it felt to be
totally naked against a man who had his pants on.
    “Weirdly, that doesn’t sound conceited.”
    He raised his hands to her face and drew her
hair behind her ears. “You’re so beautiful. Weirdly, you don’t know it.”
    She smiled, a little disconcerted by his
penetrating gaze. It was as if he saw right through her, straight down to her
soul. “Now, that would be conceited.”
    “But accurate.” He dropped a kiss to her lips,
lingered for a few seconds before he drew away, his eyes serious. “Stay the
night?”
    It took her only a few seconds to make the
decision. “Okay.”
     
     

 
    Chapter Six
     
    Amber’s first thought on waking was that the scent
of coffee wafting from the kitchen was like nectar to her senses. Her second
thought was that her whole body felt indolent, sated, and yet, energized.
    She turned her head to check what she already
knew. Ethan was up and in the kitchen with the coffee machine. She eased
herself out of bed, acutely aware of muscles that evidenced a very lively
night, and made for the bathroom.
    Back in the bedroom, Amber slipped into her
dress, thankful that during the night when she got up for water she’d had the
foresight to retrieve it from the kitchen floor where it lay in a crumpled mess.
She smoothed her hands down the unavoidable creases before heading out to find
Ethan.
    He’d pulled on his trousers and since he had
his back to her, she hoped he’d left that button undone again.
    As she came near he turned. Yes indeedy, that
sexy button appeared to be currently redundant.