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over me.”
    “No, Drex…”
    I felt her pulsing
around me as she started to let go. She stretched her arms above her
head and arched, slim and cat-like. The way those full lips trembled,
the sounds she made – it was all I could do not to erupt inside
her.
    “Oh,” she breathed,
her legs flexing. I couldn’t tear my eyes from her face. I’d
never seen an orgasm look so beautiful. And it felt even better,
tightening and releasing, squeezing me with quick throbs that felt
like a heartbeat. Making a woman come was usually pretty easy for me,
but this one made me particularly proud.
    Because it was her.
    Because if she was
coming for me, it meant she wanted me, at least at this moment. And
for some reason I couldn’t figure out, that mattered way too much.
    “Take it all,” I
said, driving deeply into her. “Good girl.”
    She spread her legs
wider and licked her lower lip as I gave her my full, hard length.
“Too big?” I asked.
    “Yes,” she
whispered. “Don’t stop.”
    “I don’t intend
to.”
    Her orgasm rolled on
like a never-ending wave. She shuddered and clamped around me,
bringing me to the brink and beyond. I was the kind of guy who could
last for hours, shut it down at will and come when I was damned good
and ready, but not tonight. I had all the physical power, but she had
the power to make me weak where it counted.
    I leaned over her and
covered her mouth with mine. As our tongues met, a rush of pure
possessiveness shook me to the core. I sure didn’t feel like this
with the college girls and airheads I dated back home. Lying before
me on the table was a real woman. An honest-to-God, bright-as-hell,
hard-headed woman, with a body like an addictive drug.
    I was a goner.
    When I exploded, I saw
flashes of light and heard myself groan like an animal. Nothing
mattered but the pleasure raging through me and the woman causing it
all.
    Her eyes – big, blue,
and stunning – were the only things keeping me grounded to the
earth. Holy shit, this was scary intense. I filled her pussy again and again, feeling nothing but the
primitive desire to make her mine.
    And she was mine, for no other reason than I wanted her to be.
    I lay on top of her,
face buried in her neck, for maybe five minutes before I could move.
Her velvety hands stroked over my back and her lips pressed against
my temple. I wasn’t usually one for what women wanted after sex,
but Blue Eyes was special. And special scared me.
    Marshalling every ounce
of testosterone and willpower, I pushed myself up and put my pants
back on. Jane raised herself on her elbows and ran her tongue over
her kiss-swollen lips. Somehow, she managed to be even hotter after
sex than before. Her skin was glazed with a silken sheen of sweat and
her tousled hair gave new, heart-twisting meaning to the words “bed
head.” If I wasn’t careful, I was going to be hard again in
thirty seconds.
    “Won’t your friend
be upset about his broken dishes?” she asked, standing up with
lithe grace. Maybe I’d been wrong about her. A frank question about
smashed plates wasn’t exactly pillow talk.
    “Not when I tell him
why I broke them. Are you kidding? He’ll be psyched.”
    “You’re going to
tell him?”
    “Don’t worry. The
names will be changed to protect the innocent.”
    She smiled. “Jane Doe
isn’t exactly easy to Google.”
    She looked around for
something to cover herself, but there wasn’t even a tablecloth. As
much as I liked seeing her beauty exposed, she’d had enough
enforced nakedness for one day.
    “Here,” I said,
grabbing my torn, discarded shirt off the floor just inside the
kitchen.
    “Thank you,” she
said, slipping her arms into the sleeves.
    She pulled the plackets
together, gave me a smile that was part little girl, part vixen, and
tiptoed around a pile of porcelain shards as she headed toward the
living room.
    “Wait a minute,” I
said.
    She stopped and looked
at me over her shoulder. “What is it?”
    “We’re not