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of his tongue. Then a hot, wet line to the curls covering
her mound. And then…Oh, God! His fingers opening her, and his tongue doing a
wicked dance on her clit. Her hips jerked, and her fingers clutched the thick
pelt of his hair as sizzling sensations rocketed through her.
    “Delicious,”
he murmured against the slickness of her labia. “I’ll never get enough of your
taste.”
    “I
want to taste you, too,” she gasped.
    “Later.”
He looked up, her cream glistening on his mouth. “When I come this time, I want
to be inside you.”
    His
tongue continued to stroke her clit, two long, lean fingers sliding into her
wet, hungry pussy, stroking her sweet spot until she was nearly mad with
desire.
    “Please,”
she begged.
    “Please
what?” he teased.
    “Please…fuck
me.”
    She
couldn’t keep her body still, thrusting her hips at him, moaning, crying out.
    “All
right, then, darlin’. Get ready.”
    The
crinkle of foil. The snap of latex. The press of the head of his penis against
the opening of her vagina.
    He
shifted on the bed, slid his hands beneath her ass to lift her to him and drove
home with one fierce roll of his hips. There! Oh, God, she felt so full, the long,
thick length of him stretching her.
    She
lifted to meet him and the rhythm began. In and out. Thrust and retreat. Slow,
hot, his cock dragging over every nerve ending in the walls of her pussy. Each
time a little harder, deeper than the time before. He bent over her so he could
lick her nipples, and shards of lightning shot straight to her center, gripping
and clutching at his rigid length.
    In
and out, in and out.
    She
wrapped her legs around him, locking their bodies together and rocking her
hips. As if that was a signal, he rammed into her harder, his balls slapping
against her as he pummeled her faster and faster.
    The
coil of lust wound tightly inside her unwound and reached into every part of
her as her climax built and built. As if sensing her thoughts, he drove into
her harder one last time, tumbling them both into a black velvet space filled
with fireworks.
    She
was mindless, shuddering with the force of the spasms rocking her, the beat of
her heart so fierce she was sure it would burst from her chest. His cock pulsed
inside her as he shattered with the force of his release, shouting her name.
    Dana
unwound her arms from his neck and—
    Ouch!
    Her
arms fell away, bouncing her head against the hard wood of the table. Dana sat
up, rubbing her forehead, and realized she was panting and covered with sweat.
And the dream smacked her brain.
    Cole
Landry. Sex. Damn, damn, damn.
    Now
it came back to her in every vivid detail, awareness still thundering through
her body. For her entire adult life, she’d tried her best to achieve sexual
satisfaction. In any form. Anything that would melt the terrible wall of ice
she’d been trapped behind all these years. She’d read everything from how-to
manuals to erotic romances. Talked to more therapists than most people ever knew.
But all to no avail. The wall remained immutable. So why now? And why with Cole
Landry? She hardly knew him, for god’s sake, and she was having erotic dreams
about him?
    That’s
what you get for daydreaming. He’s beyond your reach, and even if he wasn’t, he
wouldn’t waste his time with someone with so many sexual hang-ups. He probably
just has to crook his finger and women fall into his bed.
    Enough!
    She
hurried on unsteady legs to the kitchen for a glass of water, drank it standing
at the sink, refilled the glass and stumbled back into the dining room on legs
still unsteady. Opening her briefcase, she pulled out her research material—copies
from the newspaper records, the note pad she’d used at the sheriff’s office,
the…Wait! Where was her Blackberry? Although she took copious notes by hand,
she always entered key facts on it. This afternoon those included a list of
things to follow up on—names, phone numbers, and addresses of people who might
be able to