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two, in a slow, sensual rhythm as mesmerizing as the sea itself. She gasped, her hips bucking of their own accord.
    “I want you,” he breathed, his words ragged against her shoulder.
    “Please,” she murmured back, her hips increasing in speed. “Please…”
    When his fingers withdrew, she whimpered in protest.
    “Just a second,” he said and he reached into a little cupboard built into the headboard. He produced a condom, and she could hear the package tear and the low noises of him rolling it on. She reached down, pulling off the panties. She didn’t want anything in the way. She wanted to feel him completely.
    She felt him cover her like a blanket, and the heat of him, the sheer size of him, were overwhelming. She spread her legs, feeling him nestle between them, propped up on his arms so he wouldn’t crush her with his mass.
    “You’re sure?” he said one last time. She could feel the hard length of him brushing against her entrance, sandwiched between her thighs.
    She couldn’t even answer. She simply arched her hips, cuddling his hardness, trying her best to get him inside her.
    With a groan of relief, he pressed into her. She gasped at the unfamiliar sensation. It didn’t hurt, but it was so strange, so different. He remained still inside her for a moment, and she could feel the tension of all his muscles beneath her fingertips. “You’re…so tight,” he marveled.
    He withdrew slowly, then eased back in, the friction of him making her breath catch. She hooked her legs over his hips, making the entrance wider, causing friction where she needed it and causing her to moan as her hips began to move of their own accord.
    It was all the encouragement he needed. He moved with gradually increasing speed, pulling her hips flush against him, stroking his way deeper inside her until she was panting unevenly and clawing at his back with her fingertips. He was breathing just as hard against her neck as his bucking became frantic against her. She felt as though she were being pulverized, as if the boundaries where she stopped and he began were torn down by sheer sexual force.
    She felt the beginning tingles of orgasm start and she felt conflicted—she wanted the delicious on-the-brink feeling to last, but she also wanted what would no doubt be the overwhelming force of it to slam through her and make her mind a glorious blank. But he was moving fast…too fast.
    “Wait,” she breathed, but she realized what was happening. They’d gotten too hot too quickly, and now he was already too far gone to accommodate.
    “Chloe,” he breathed, and his hips pistoned against her, again almost getting her there. Almost. He shuddered tiny aftershocks against her sweat-moistened skin.
    She felt a kind of closeness she hadn’t felt in a long time, which in itself was nice, but she also felt slightly bereft. And the tiny voice, the annoying little commentator, was already leaping to the fore.
    This was a bad idea, it said in its smug way.
    Jack collapsed next to her, breathing hard. “Damn it,” he said.
    “It’s all right,” she said absently and wondered if it really was. “It was nice…thank you.”
    “Oh, jeez, don’t thank me,” he said. “Just give me a few minutes and I’ll make sure…”
    “No, that’s fine,” she said, alarmed. She needed to process this. And what if it were guilt? Or something else? What if they did it again—and she still couldn’t come?
    “What’s fine?”
    “You don’t have to stay,” she said, trying not to offend him. “I know you said it was just for tonight—and believe me, I can’t thank you enough for it.”
    “You shouldn’t be thanking me for that,” he said. “You didn’t even hit it, did you?”
    She bit her lip. “Well, no, but I don’t think that was your fault.”
    “You let guys off too easily,” he said, his jaw tight. “Just give me another damned chance….”
    “I’m tired,” she said bluntly. “Good night, Jack.”
    He stared at her for