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loved Saxon Gray. But that was nothing, nothing to what I’m feeling now. My chest hitches, then I’m reaching for him, my fingers sliding into his dark hair. His kiss is hot and sweet and too short. He lifts his head and wipes the tears from the corners of my eyes.
    “It’s going to be hard, Jenny. Real hard. I put more miles on my bike when my mom was sick than I did all the years before or since.” On a deep breath, he shakes his head. “You just let me know if you need a ride. Or whatever is the same for you.”
    “You’re the same for me,” I say hoarsely. “Being with you.”
    “So you like a ride, too,” he responds, and I give a watery laugh before he’s kissing me again and lifting me from the mat. “You want me now?”
    “Always.” I bury my face in his neck, feeling cherished as he holds me in his strong arms and carries me through the kitchen. More pale light is filtering through the windows now. “So why were you up? What’s eating at you?”
    “You.” In the bedroom, he lays me in the center of the mattress and follows me down, his heavy weight settling between my thighs, his upper body braced on his elbows. His voice is like gravel but his mouth is gentle as he kisses the length of my throat. “And how I’m always so rough with you.”
    “I like rough.”
    “But you deserve slow and sweet. And I will be this time, princess. I swear it.”
    I don’t need it. But I’m not going to complain when he softly coaxes my lips open. The slow thrust of his tongue against mine is matched by the easy rock of his hips into the cradle of my thighs. A warm hollow ache opens up inside my chest, and a hotter ache stirs below. God, the way he kisses me. I’ve never been kissed like this before. As if I’m precious and beautiful and needed.
    My eyes are burning as his heated lips journey down my throat. The fan’s cooling air sweeps over my skin when he moves away for the brief moment needed to slide the T-shirt over my head. I shiver, then he’s back over me, solid and warm, the hair on his chest teasing my stiff nipples every time he rocks against me.
    It’s still gentle and sweet and I almost can’t bear how much need is building. My body arches beneath his.
    “Saxon.” It’s a helpless plea. “Inside me. Be slow inside me.”
    He groans against my lips and reaches for the condoms stashed beneath his pillow. His left hand slips between my legs. His breath hisses through his teeth.
    “This is always when I lose my head. You’re so damn wet.” His thick middle finger pushes into me. “So damn tight.”
    I cry out as his thumb slides over my clit. He’s looking down at me, his eyes feral but his movements controlled as he sheds his sweatpants and rips open the packet.
    “Put it on me.”
    I barely can. His finger is pumping into my pussy. I can’t stop my hips from moving with him and my hands are shaking as I smooth the condom over his jutting erection. Expression hard, utterly in control, he positions himself at my entrance. His mouth lowers to mine.
    “Wrap your legs around me, princess.” He kisses me gently when I do, and his voice is taut with strain as he says, “Slow, all right?”
    God, yes. “And deep.”
    “Real fucking deep,” he says and begins pushing into me.
    I suck in a breath. Whether going rough or easy, this part is always slow. He’s just so big, so deliciously long and thick, and no matter how wet I am, my sensitive flesh burns and stretches to accept his girth. After a few initial thrusts he’ll be able to slide right in, but within a few hours I’m always as tight as if it’s our first time again.
    His mouth takes mine, tongue slowly thrusting past my lips as his cock tunnels deeper. I whimper into his mouth with every short push. He’s all around me. All I can taste, all I can smell, all I can feel. His ass flexes beneath my heels and suddenly he’s almost completely inside me, stopping to let me adjust.
    Oh, God. Not enough. I rip my mouth from his.