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her impatience and silently promised to pay up on the bet I’d just lost to myself.
    I gasped at the silken heat that awaited me. My fingers easily slid through her folds, and I regained what little control I had over the situation by slowly exploring her length without entering her, which the insistent tilt of her hips told me she clearly wanted.
    “You’re soaked,” I whispered. I closed my eyes, wanting to fully concentrate on the experience. I loved the feeling of her arousal coating my hand. Knowing she was this wet for me caused a new flood of moisture to collect between my own thighs.
    When I looked up, Lucia had thrown her head back and closed her eyes. Her bottom lip was pinned between her teeth, and the tendons stood out on her neck. She nodded. “Been thinking about you all day.”
    “Really?” I drew my hand through her heat again, touching her more firmly. She was so ready.
    “Uh-huh. Going crazy.” Her eyelids fluttered, and she gasped before emitting a low moan as I slipped my fingers inside her.
    “Why didn’t you tell me?” I drew my fingers out of her at an agonizingly slow pace, enjoying the furrow of her brow.
    “You seemed—oh, God—upset earlier.”
    I pushed back into her just as slowly and let my thumb lightly circle the place that would make her come undone, enjoying the feel of her as much as her reactions to my motions. “So?”
    “Jesus, Ryan!” Lucia was quiet for a few seconds. She took a long, deep breath and lifted her hips again. One of her hands wandered up to fondle her own breast, rhythmically rolling the taut nipple between eager fingertips. My mouth went dry at the sight. I loved watching her touch herself.
    I prompted her when I could finally think again. “And?” I could barely make out my own voice over the distant humming in my ears.
    “And what?” Her gasps were faster and shallower. Her other hand tried to assist me with what I was doing, but I pushed it away and pinned it against the bed.
    “Why didn’t you tell me you were waiting for me?” My voice may have come out as a hushed whisper. I may not have actually spoken at all. I was now completely caught up in her pleasure. My one hand took up the rocking motion of her hips, and the other moved to attend to her neglected breast.
    Lucia’s free hand fisted in my hair, and she roughly pulled me to her. “Kiss me,” she demanded, even as she brought her mouth up to meet mine. Her lips were hot, possessive, and a moan escaped my throat as she nipped at me.
    She was panting now, her body tense and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Low grunts and groans escaped her throat as she rode my hand and kissed me breathless. Her muscles began to tighten around my fingers. She was close.
    Lucia tore her lips away from mine abruptly, and her eyes locked onto mine, holding me spellbound. The emotion laid bare in front of me honored yet terrified me. I opened my mouth to say something, to acknowledge the precious gift of her passion, but nothing came out.
    A small smile ghosted over Lucia’s lips, and she caressed my cheek, her hips pumping furiously. Her other hand dug into my shoulder hard as I drove her to climax, and her grip became almost painful in the seconds before she tumbled over the edge. I knew I’d bruise, and I didn’t care. In that perfect moment, I’d have given her anything she asked for, no matter the cost.
    Lucia shuddered and closed her eyes as she rode the waves of her orgasm. Her inner walls clamped around my fingers like they were trying to draw me all the way inside her, and my heart beat a matching rhythm. One lone tear leaked out of the corner of her eye, and I kissed it away and settled down next to her. I sighed as I buried my face into her neck.
    The throbbing of my own need was distant, barely a concern. As long as she was happy, so was I. Could I make her come again? I stroked her most sensitive spot once more with my thumb in an effort to find out. My lips and tongue fed at the hollow