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strength and grace and masculinity, about to be hers.
    “Renata.” He waited until she looked up. “You keep looking at me like that, it’s going to be hard to hold back.”
    “It’s already hard,” she said, inching closer to him. Tension crept into the lines of his body as she gazed up at him then slowly reached out to wrap her fingers around his thickness. His nostrils flared just as she closed her fingers around him.
    His eyes shuttered on a groan as she pumped him, his hands gripping the edge of the bench so tightly his knuckles whitened. The feel of him in her hand empowered her, made her want to drive him as wild as he’d made her. “Are you ready?”
    “I’ve been ready since you walked into Hard Knocks. Ready for days.”
    “I just need to make sure,” she purred, then licked the head of his cock. His head dropped back on a groan as she licked up the salty flavor of pre-come seeping from the head of his cock. She parted her lips to take more of him, happy with his answering rumble of pleasure. He reached out to grasp her head, his hold gentle but implacable as his hips shifted once, twice. Pumping his cock deeper into the warmth of her mouth.
    “Christ, Rennie.” He pulled back with clear effort, his breathing haggard. “Your mouth is going to kill me. I don’t want pop off like a noob with his first woman.”
    “Good.” She tore open the condom. “I have plans for you.”
    “Thank God,” he breathed as she rolled the condom down his length. “Come here.”
    He reached down, clamping his hands beneath her armpits and lifting her easily onto his lap. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and planted her feet on the floor. Even through the condom she could feel his heat and thickness sliding against her outer lips.
    “Now, Bas,” she pleaded against his mouth. “I’ve been waiting for years. Don’t make me wait anymore.”
    “No.” He palmed her ass with one hand, held the base of his cock with the other as he positioned her. “No more waiting.”
    With her eyes focused on his, Renata lowered herself onto his cock. A long slow glide that she felt with every pounding beat of her heart. The relentless intrusion made her yearn to close her eyes to focus on the feel of him filling her, but she didn’t. She couldn’t. Instead they stared at each other, caught in the erotic moment of finally, truly reuniting after so long apart.
    She sucked in a breath as she watched the pleasure glide over his features as he pushed himself deeper into her slick core, only letting it out when he’d buried himself to the root. She rested her forehead against his as their connection locked into place, the same overwhelming multiple-level linking that she’d felt when they’d first met, first had sex. The cell-deep awareness of him that felt like coming home.
    “Renata.” Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he pulled her close and repeated her name on a groan as a shudder wracked his body. “Good God, you feel good.”
    “So do you,” she breathed as her inner muscles flexed to accommodate him. “I’m ready for my workout, Mr. Delacroix.” Splaying her hands on his shoulders, she began to ride him, a smooth, steady rocking of her hips that slowly but surely drove her toward her peak.
    “Ride me, baby,” he muttered against her lips as he matched her rhythm. “I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”
    “There’s always the next round,” she told him, quickening her pace. She didn’t want him to hold back. An unrestrained Bas was the best lover she’d ever had. She wanted him to be as on fire for her as she was for him, just as wild, just as needy.
    One of his hands slid down between them, his thumb unerringly finding the engorged bundle of nerves sitting atop her entrance. He stroked her, strong circular motions just the way she liked, guaranteed to send her up and over. His tongue slid against hers, passionate, sliding strokes that mirrored his thumb on her clit. Her hips