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sweet treatment. She nearly exploded right there.
    He raised his head, his hands sliding down to grasp her hips, rocked his own against her. “The bedroom.” His voice was deep, seductive, sliding over her like the tide.
    Shaking her head, she put her hands on his belt buckle. Unbuckled it, opened the button, slid his pants zipper down, slowly, with difficulty, over a blatant erection. “Here. Now,” she said, and closed her hand around him.
    “I won’t argue with you,” he said, and pulled herto the floor with him. His hand slipped inside her panties, palmed her, rubbed her until her hips bucked against him, and then he slid one long finger inside her.
    “Jay!” His name burst from her with a shocked gasp as she crested, trembled on the edge.
    “Yeah. Oh, yeah,” he groaned, and kissed her mouth. He left her for a moment, to pull out a condom from his pants pocket.
    “Hurry,” she said, holding out her arms. He covered himself, then lay down, pulling her on top of him. He helped her straddle him as he thrust inside her in one smooth, long plunge, his hands on her hips, guiding, stroking.
    His hands came up to caress her breasts as she rode him, at first slowly, then faster and faster. She looked down, into his eyes, fell into their depths with each deep thrust. He slipped his hand down to where their bodies joined and sent her tumbling, flying. She gasped, stifled a scream as her orgasm speared through her on a burst of light.
    His hands grasped her hips again, and she looked into his face as with one last, welcome push, she saw his eyes cloud, close and felt his climax rip through him.
    “I had no idea,” she murmured, aeons later, still collapsed on top of him.
    “That it would be so good between us?” he asked, his hand stroking her back.
    “Hmm.” She rubbed her cheek against his chest.She didn’t think she had a backbone left. She was certain she couldn’t move without assistance.
    “I did.”
    She raised her head and smiled at him. “You’re a smart guy, aren’t you?”
    He smiled. “If I was so smart, we would have done this five years ago.”
    “True,” she said, and laughed. “Is that the puppies I hear?” Sharp yaps came from the direction of his kitchen. “Shouldn’t we see about them?”
    Jay groaned. “Yeah. I’m sure they’ve demolished the laundry room. But it was worth it,” he said, and kissed her. His hands slipped over her rear. “I meant to take you to the bedroom. To my bed.”
    “I liked it here, just fine,” she told him.
    He rolled them over, settled between her legs. Her eyes widened as she felt him harden against her. “Me too.”
    “Jay,” she said breathlessly. “The puppies.”
    “Okay, I’m going.” He kissed her mouth, tenderly. “Because next time, we’re going very, very slow.”
    She looped her arms around his neck. “So, there’s going to be a next time?”
    “Definitely.” He kissed her again, and again. “More than one, if I have anything to say about it.”

CHAPTER SEVEN
    T HEY SPENT THE WEEKEND together. Talking, watching movies, playing with the puppies. And making love. Everywhere. A lot. By Saturday afternoon Gail could attest to the fact that Jay Kincaid had a number of moves, every blessed one of them smooth.
    They sat on the couch, the puppies at their feet gnawing on chew toys, sharing a bowl of popcorn and a diet soda. Gail wore one of Jay’s dress shirts and nothing else. He wore a pair of cutoffs, and, she was almost certain, nothing else.
    At the moment, Jay’s eyes were closed and he appeared to be asleep. Her fingers itched to trace their way down that muscled chest. If she thought about it very hard, her extreme preoccupation with his body might worry her. Then again, she acknowledged, it was some body.
    “I’ve never done this before, you know.” She dug into the popcorn bowl, munched a bit. “I had no idea my education was so lacking.”
    “Never done what?” he asked, eyes still closed.
    Thick blond hair fell