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into her body. She was tight, fitting around him like a velvet glove. She squeezed him so tightly that he had to stop and breathe to keep from spilling himself with just one stroke.
    He held her hips as she tried to move and set about bringing her to the brink. He bent and caught the tip of her breast in his mouth. His tongue teased her nipple and he used the very edge of his teeth on her until she was clutching at his shoulders and frantically trying to move her hips in his hands.
    He heard her long moan and then felt the minute tightening of her inner muscles as an orgasm ripped through her body. Only then did he let go of her hips and thrust up into her with all his strength. He took her mouth as he felt that telltale tingling at the bottom of his spine.
    His orgasm was coming and he looked up into her eyes to find them half opened. He knew she was on the verge of coming again. He reached between their bodies and found the center of her pleasure, stroking her until he heard those sexy gasping sounds again that made him want to explode.
    “Come for me,” he said.
    She did. He came a moment later, spilling himself inside her. He wrapped his arms around her back as she collapsed against his chest. He held her tight, resting hishead on top of hers and realizing that he didn’t know if he was ever going to be able to let her go.
     
    Amelia couldn’t catch her breath and didn’t want to. Geoff’s arms around her were solid and he held her close, as if she might disappear if he didn’t. She loved it. She had wanted to find a man who would make her feel cherished for as long as she could remember, and it might be self-delusion, but right now, she felt cherished.
    She felt Geoff sliding out of her body and the sweat on his chest was starting to dry, but he continued to hold her. She stayed where she was with her face resting against his neck and forgot that there was a world outside his arms.
    The longer he held her, the more reluctant she was to actually get up. But she knew she couldn’t stay in his arms forever. So she made herself do it.
    She lifted her head, intent on disentangling herself from him. But he kissed her when she looked down at him. It was a soft, gentle kiss but she could still feel the passion that had flared between them.
    “Where do you think you’re going?” he said.
    “I just need a second,” she answered, suddenly feeling very exposed. This was much more than that fragile emotion she’d experienced when she’d brought him into her home for the first time. This was too intense. She had no idea what to do or say next.
    She wanted him to stay—wanted to spend the night in his arms—but this was a first date. Dammit, this was another reason why sex on the first date was a mistake. If you truly cared about the person, things could get very complicated very quickly.
    She used his shoulders for balance, climbed off his lap and stood next to the bench. Her dress started to fall to the ground but he caught it as he stood up and helped her with it. He wrapped one big arm around her shoulders and kissed her again. He kept her tucked under his arm.
    “Shall we go back inside then?” he said.
    She nodded. He reached down, tucking himself in his pants and fastening just the button. Then he lifted her into his arms.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Carrying you,” he said.
    “Why?”
    “Because I’m not ready to let go of you yet.”
    He carried her down the stairs into her apartment. She gave him directions to the master en suite bathroom and he set her on her feet next to the sink. The bathroom was large and luxurious, something she’d insisted on when she’d had it designed.
    “Would you care for a bath?” he asked.
    “Geoff, you are going to spoil me.”
    “It’s the least I can do. I did ruin your panties,” he said.
    She flushed, remembering how the sound of the ripping fabric had made her so wanton in his arms. “Yes, you did.”
    He adjusted the taps on the large tub and let the water