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extras aside and tearing one free from the wrapper. Holding his cock in one hand, he sheathed himself with fingers that visibly trembled. Glancing at Holly’s face, he saw her eyes were fixed on him and her face looked flushed. Her nipples thrust outward, and she continued to rock softly against him.
    With his hands on her waist, Shane urged her up and fitted himself against her opening. Slowly, she eased herself down onto him and the sensation of her wet silk gripping him was so intense that Shane’s back teeth ached with the effort not to thrust hard and fast into her. Her face was a study in concentration, as if she, too, was finding it difficult to control her response. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and used her uninjured arm to brace herself against his chest. Late afternoon sun slanted through the skylights over the bed and picked out the blue highlights in her black hair. She’d closed her eyes and her lashes lay thick and dark against her flushed cheeks.
    Shane wanted to look at her endlessly.
    Then she began to move, sliding back and forth, rocking against him until he could no longer think. He moved his hands over her body, sliding them across the smoothness of her stomach and up over her breasts to trace the fragile line of her collarbones. Cupping the nape of her neck, he drew her down and slanted a deep, hard kiss across her mouth, thrusting his tongue against hers and matching the movement with his hips.
    Holly groaned and angled her hips to increase the friction, the inner walls of her channel fisting hotly around him. Chase slid his hands to her bottom, cupping the perfect mounds of her cheeks as he drove himself upward. Holly used her thigh muscles to leverage herself back and forth along his cock, and her breasts teased his chest with each movement.
    Reaching between their bodies, Shane found the slippery rise of her clitoris and swirled his finger over it, swallowing her soft gasps. Her movement quickened and she made an inarticulate sound of pleasure deep in her throat. Shane felt her muscles begin to contract, pulling him deeper. Her flesh clenched tightly around him, squeezing and milking him as spasms wracked her body. White-hot bolts of pure lust jack-knifed through him. He thrust deeper, intense pleasure gathering in the base of his cock and exploding outward. With a hoarse cry, he stiffened and wave after wave of release crashed over him, leaving him weak and shaking.
    Slowly, he became aware that Holly lay boneless on top of him, her slender thighs still bracketing his own. She turned her face into his neck and her breath fanned his overheated skin.
    “Wow,” she breathed. “That was…unbelievable.”
    Silently, Shane agreed. Sex with Holly was off the charts. He should feel guilty about what they’d just done. She was his best friend’s sister, the only daughter of a man he both esteemed and admired, and she outranked him. All good reasons why he should never have touched her in the first place. But he found he couldn’t feel any regrets for something that he’d dreamed about doing for the past three years, since their last encounter. Even longer than that, if he was honest with himself.
    He’d wanted Holly Durant since before she’d followed him into her father’s wine cellar and kissed the hell out of him seven years ago. He’d been infatuated with her since the day she’d first walked into Benjamin’s Drugstore as a giggling fifteen-year-old and had innocently sipped a drink while watching him work the counter.
    As he’d gotten to know her better, he’d realized the sweet, southern belle image that she presented to the world was just a façade. Beneath the seemingly delicate exterior was a fiercely independent woman. Shane found the combination irresistible. She was also smart and supremely athletic. Shane had once watched her swim across the lake and back again on a dare from her brother. Nobody could tell Holly that she was incapable of doing something; she had a