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heighten every sensation—the feel of his soft lips on her nipple, the warmth of his tongue, the scrape of his beard against her belly. It was almost too much to bear.
    She felt so exposed, lying on her kitchen table, naked and open to his touch. But for the first time in her memory, she wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable. Though she hadn’t known Rourke long, she knew she could trust him. He seemed to genuinely care for her happiness—and for her sexual satisfaction.
    He focused his attention on the spot between her legs and she felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over her. Her body pulsed with need and just when she thought he was ready to take her over the edge, he slowed his pace.
    Frustrated, Annie decided to do the same to him. She pushed up on her elbows, then placed her bare foot on his shoulder, gently nudging him away. “Stop,” she murmured.
    He looked up at her. “I’m just getting started.”
    Annie slid to the edge of the table, then hopped down. “No, I’m just getting started.” She grabbed his arms and turned him around, pushing him up against the table.
    She began with a touch, gentle at first, her fingers stroking his shaft slowly as she trailed kisses over his chest. Lingering over his nipple, Annie was rewarded with a gasp, then a groan, before he wove his fingers through the hair at her nape.
    As she moved lower, he tried to stop her, pulling her back to kiss her once again. But Annie didn’t want to play by his rules all the time. She wanted a bit of control.
    When her lips closed over him, she felt his body jerk, but she wasn’t deterred. She slowly seduced him with her tongue and her lips, taking him into her mouth in a deliberate rhythm. At some point, he gave up any resistance and allowed himself to submit. Annie felt as if she was learning what pleased him with every minute that passed. It felt so good to know a man so intimately. It made her feel like a powerful, attractive woman...not like the Annie that everyone thought they knew.
    She wasn’t that shy, scared girl anymore. If she wanted this man, she could have him—any way she wanted him. And right now, Annie wanted him in her bed, his naked body stretched out on top of hers.
    Slowly straightening, she kissed her way back to his lips, then wrapped her arms around his neck, her tongue teasing at his. Rourke chuckled softly as she rubbed up against him, continuing to torment him. But then he grabbed her hips and picked her up, and she locked her legs around his body.
    “I guess that run through the cold night was exactly what I needed.”
    “Did it wake you up?” she asked.
    “When I’m with you, the last thing I’m thinking about is sleep.”
    “Then take me to bed,” Annie said. She slipped out of his embrace and moved toward the warmth and comfort that awaited them beneath the faded old quilts.
    She’d grown to love the feel of his naked body against hers, their limbs tangled together so that she couldn’t tell where he left off and she began. He pulled the quilts up over them both, then rolled her beneath him, bracing his weight on his outstretched arms.
    “This is getting to be a habit,” he murmured, his dark gaze fixed on hers. “A habit I don’t want to break.”
    They’d been living in the moment, with Annie knowing that it could end at any time. But she’d reached a point where she didn’t want to think about the end, about standing on her porch and waving goodbye as he drove off into the distance. She wanted to believe that they’d have many more nights just like this one.
    He rolled to his side and retrieved the box of condoms from the bedside table, allowing Annie to slip the latex sheath over his hard shaft. She held her breath as he slowly entered her, the anticipation all she had imagined.
    From the very first moment of their joining, she knew that this would be different. With every thrust, she felt herself dancing with the fringes of her control. He began slowly, but then his strokes grew deeper