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tightening every pore of his body.
    “We’re going to do it every which way we can. Does it bother you?”
    “No.”
    He captured her lips, taking her mouth in an urgent need to taste and explore. He ground her against the door, his hardness pressing against her open center, as she returned his kiss. Their tongues tangled and suckled. He swallowed her moan and pressed her harder into his body.
    He felt strong and weak at the same time, tight and loose. Desire coiled in his gut. She clenched her thighs tighter around his waist as his mouth explored hers. She swept her hands all along his body, igniting fire everywhere she touched.
    He was drowning. Drowning in the need to bury himself in the warm folds of her body.
    Reeling her around, he dumped her on the bed. As he inched over her, she pulled at his shirt, raking nails up and down his chest before tearing his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor.
    His mouth swooped down on hers again, the urge to taste surpassing any other need. He swept his hand under her bra, pinching her nipples as her fingers danced along his spine.
    She unbuttoned his pants. He groaned as his hardness sprang free, nearly losing it when she grasped him. He clenched her wrist and stopped kissing her, his breath heavy.
    “No, I … I’ll lose it.”
    “Then lose it. We can take longer later.”
    “Fuck.”
    He kicked off his shoes and removed his pants. She helped him finish as he tore at her clothes, daylight from the window frosting her smooth body. His fingers delved into her moist heat, and he felt her clench and unclench around him.
    She rained kisses on his neck and ear. “I want you inside me now.”
    His body throbbed as he moved away just long enough to dig his wallet out of his jeans, hoping it would be the last time he had to be away from her.
    He pitched his wallet to the floor and kissed her again, his tongue taking and exploring. She ground her moist heat along the length of him. God, he wanted to bury himself in her, but he couldn’t risk it without protection.
    He ripped the condom opened, and she squeezed his balls as he sheathed himself.
    “Fuck, woman.” He thrust himself inside her.
    She cried out, and he stopped.
    “Don’t stop.” Digging her nails into his back, she lifted up to meet him thrust for thrust.
    He filled her, the pressure making it impossible to stop. When he thought he would erupt, he wheeled her around so she straddled him, hoping to prolong the pleasure.
    He clasped her by the waist as she moved up and down on him. He felt her orgasm, turning and churning and holding out for his. He thrust harder, deeper, his body reeling as she closed around him, then moved out almost too far before closing around him again.
    He bit his lip, reaching up to meet her for a kiss. Their mouths explored each other, taking and giving. Their bodies danced together in an age-old rhythm until she arched away from his lips and sat upright.
    Grasping her breasts, she moaned as her orgasm convulsed around him.
    As she arched back and cried out his name, he exploded.

Chapter Seven
    They made love well into the night, stopping only long enough to slop together a couple of sandwiches from the accouterments Jake kept in the small fridge. Their bed-picnic included tea and chips, which Jake had diligently arranged. Chayton had called incessantly, until she’d texted him and told him she was fine but wouldn’t be home tonight.
    “Some days I hate living right next door to my brother,” Winona admitted. “All the years I spent wishing for a brother, and now that I have one he won’t stop his overprotectiveness.”
    “Sounds like he’s overprotective of everyone he loves.”
    “He is. He’s also a tad bit infatuated with you.”
    “What? I thought he hated me.”
    “Well, he hates anyone who might want to take advantage of me. But I think he has a man-crush on you. Maybe he’s jealous.” She giggled, which started another lovemaking war of who would be on top.
    When