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    Tonight no liquor clouded her mind. Not enough to make a difference anyway. He wanted her to feel every stroke and know he pounded away between her legs, giving her climax after climax.
    Celeste gazed at him, her eyes lambent and gold, and blinked slowly. “I just want this.”
    It was lie. She’d never been good at fibbing, a trait he’d enjoyed using to his best advantage. He’d been an ass to her when they were younger. She shouldn’t want him, but for some reason this incredible woman jumped into his arms, proclaiming to desire him. Pride and a sense of rightness muddied his judgment. He would have her, and it would be a night they would both remember.
    Her long legs remained wrapped around his waist. He loved her legs, slim and pale with tiny dimples on each knee. He stepped forward and bent down to place her upon the bed. She kept her thighs wrapped around him and tightened them until he joined her on the mattress. An embarrassing wet spot dampened the flap of his boxers. Hell, either of them could have caused it.
    He levered his upper body on his elbows and stared at the woman beneath him. Her long hair splayed in a semi-circle on the pale coverlet. The blown-out locks curled at the ends. Her cheeks were splotched with pink, and a sparkle made her gold eyes glow.
    Exquisite. No other word for her.
    “Micah.” She nudged him with her heels. “Please.”
    He teasingly rubbed his cock against her. “I could get used to you begging me.”
    She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t make fun of me.”
    “No one’s making fun of you.” He bent his head and flicked his tongue over her nipple. “Not by a long shot.”
    Celeste hissed and her body tightened. He sensed she was close, so responsive, he barely had to touch her to drive her wild, and he loved that about her. He closed his mouth about her nipple and suckled. The peak of her breast tightened as he nibbled it between his teeth. He applied pressure but not enough to actually hurt her.
    There were limits he would go to please her, but he wasn’t willing to step beyond the boundaries. Rough sex was fun and all, but not if he actually hurt his partner. Celeste seemed more than willing to participate though. Made it tough to keep his sanity when every moan she made begged him to do it harder.
    She scraped her nails down his back, and he gloried in the sting. It brought him back to reality and reminded him what they were doing. He was going to fuck Celeste. Again. It wouldn’t be a mistake this time. He knew full well what he was doing and was anxious to see it through. He’d worry about the repercussions tomorrow. Tonight, they didn’t matter.
    He reached for the waistband of his boxers and shoved them down. Celeste aided by hooking her toes in the legs of the boxers and tugging them off. Free of any clothing, the shock of skin-to-skin contact electrified him. He lifted his head and sought her lips again. She tasted like sunshine, bright and tart, with a hint of joy.
    The fanciful notion made his lips curve into a smile. She noticed and pulled away. “What’s so funny?”
    “Nothing.” He resumed the kiss and turned the heat up a few levels. The kiss took on a whole new context. It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t seductive. Instead, it became an all-out assault on her mouth. Breath rushed out of his nostrils, but he didn’t break the kiss for such a simple thing as breathing. Nothing mattered but having her.
    Her nails curved into his skin, but he captured one wrist and pinned it to the mattress. She made a token protest of resistance but finally subsided. She had to know she wasn’t stronger, but he recognized her ability to fight. He’d watched her for years. She was no delicate flower. He’d give her that.
    He brought her other wrist to join the first. Wrapping fingers around both, he used his free hand to stroke the curve of her cheek. “I’m in charge tonight.”
    Her cheeks were rosy and carried a slight sheen. The air conditioning that had