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before. He couldn’t remember ever
wanting someone so much.
    Lucy’s
mood matched his, and she arched and wriggled beneath him, her warm, soft,
little body pliant and responsive to all of his touches.
    Philip’s
own body throbbed dangerously with arousal, and the throbbing just continued as
he hurriedly rolled on a condom and slid himself inside her.
    She
folded her legs up on either side of his hips, and he groaned as he sank in
deeper.
    He
tried to catch his breath, get himself under control. But he just couldn’t. He
started thrusting immediately, fast and hard, and Lucy’s hips bucked up toward
his wildly, as if she couldn’t hold them still either.
    Soon
she was making little sobbing noises, clawing at his back and ass. And he was
pounding into her harder than he meant to—harder than he should have.
    But
she wanted it. She definitely wanted it. Her channel had tightened around his
erection with delicious pressure, and he knew she was close to coming.
    “Harder,”
she gasped, arching her neck, her blond hair tousled messily around her flushed
face. “I need more, Philip!”
    He
bit his lip, stifling the primitive grunts he’d been making. He was about to
come—he could feel it tightening in his balls—but he didn’t want to come until
she had.
    He
intensified his rhythm even more, the bed squeaking wildly and the frame
banging against the wall.
    One
tiny part of his mind wondered if they could be heard outside the trailer.
    Lucy’s
fingers gouged into the muscles of his ass as her whole body shuddered tightly.
He could see now she was right on the verge, and then he could see the release
transform her face as her orgasm finally broke.
    She
choked out a hoarse cry as she rode out the pleasure with her hips, and the
rhythmic contractions of her body around him snapped the last of Philip’s
control.
    He
let go. Of everything.
    He
heard himself make a loud, hoarse exclamation as he jerked and shook against
her, the sensations pulsing through him.
    When
it was over, he could hardly hold himself up. He managed to take care of the
condom before he collapsed, trying to roll to Lucy’s side rather than on top of
her.
    She
still hadn’t caught her breath, and her whole body was flushed. She clung to
him needily, and he didn’t even mind.
    They
lay together, panting and relaxing in sated languor, for a long time before
they recovered.
    Philip
was finally starting to feel more himself when a phone rang.
    “That’s
mine.” With a groan, Lucy rolled out of bed and stumbled over to get her phone.
    Philip’s
eyes crawled over her small, lush body, noting red marks where he’d gripped or
nibbled her earlier.
    Lucy
took the phone to bed and pulled a sheet up over her as she answered it.
    Philip
listened shamelessly to the conversation. It was her ex, who was putting up the
fuss about custody of Arthur.
    Lucy’s
replies were clipped and cool, and she obviously tried to end the conversation
as soon as possible.
    She
talked for about five minutes before she hung up, and it was clear that had
nothing had been accomplished in the conversation.
    She
shook her head as she settled back beside him under the covers. “He wants a
piece of the action.”
    “He
sounds like an ass.”
    Lucy
frowned. “He’s all right sometimes, but—yes—he can sometimes be an ass. All men
are asses sometimes.”
    Now
Philip frowned.
    “Are
you saying you’re never an ass?” Lucy asked him with arched eyebrows.
    He
could hardly claim that and speak the truth so he didn’t even answer. “I’m
surprised, if that’s your philosophy, that you’ve been engaged so many times.”
    She
shrugged. “I keep hoping.”
    He
felt a sudden spark of something he hadn’t experienced in a long time. “It’s
nice. That you’re still such a romantic—hoping for a destined soul mate.”
    She
sucked in an outraged breath, as he knew she would, and tried to pull away from
him. She couldn’t, since it was a very small bed and there was no room