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hand as his lips suckled the other, her ragged breathing urging him on. As he licked, she occupied herself by crawling out of her shorts and panties. He pulled back only when he realized she was completely nude. Needing to see this spectacular view for himself, he lifted his upper body enough to take in the entire show and rested his elbows on the floor behind him.
            "Jesus, DeVane," he breathed. She was too busy unzipping his jeans to notice how stunned and fascinated he appeared. But when he felt himself spring into the opening of his fly, he glanced down in time to watch her pull his swollen member into her waiting fingers.
            "Oh," she gasped in surprise. Her eyes flared wide and her mouth dropped open. "You're so..." She must've realized she was about to praise his size because her gaze snapped to his in shock. "Average," she finished lamely.
            Countless women had admired his massive girth in the past, but DeVane's reluctant appreciation flattered him the most. He chuckled, glad she approved. But the sound strangled in his throat when she wrapped her sweet hand around him. Attempting to hold himself back, he closed his eyes and tensed his muscles, waiting for that first moment to feel her embrace him and slide home. His fingers curled into the carpet, wishing he could hold onto something. Anything. Her.
            He held his breath, straining and yearning. The sweat trickled off his temple and into his ear; he barely heard her whisper his name. Eyes popping open, he stared up into her pale, frozen face. She was going to stop; he just knew it.
            He reached out to hold her in place and beg her, offer her anything to stay.
            But she merely choked out, "Do you have a condom?"
            He was so shocked he could only stare at her for a minute. Then he laughed. "Shit, I forgot."
            Never in his entire life had he ever forgotten protection. Always prepared, he kept a foil package in his wallet for any sort of surprise encounter, just like this one in fact. He had to admit, though, as he twisted around to yank the wallet from the back pocket of his jeans—which were still pooled around the lower portion of his legs—this had to be the first impromptu sex of his life. And it was going to be with Willow DeVane, of all people.
            He must've made someone up above very happy. His stars had to be aligned in their proper place. He didn't know. But this was the luckiest moment of his life. And it scared the hell out of him.
            Cash and credit cards flew from his billfold as he fumbled. So nervous he dropped the package twice from his suddenly slippery fingers, he cursed under his breath.
            "Hurry," DeVane urged, grabbing it from his hand.
            "Hey," he said and snatched the package back.
            She treated him to an irritated look. "Well, you were taking too long." Frowning, she reached out again.
            He held the condom away from her. "And this is saving time, how?"
            "Oh, my God," she railed. "Will you just hurry?"
            When he realized she wasn't going to fight for possession again, he started to rip the foil open.
            "What's the big deal, anyway," she muttered, climbing off him.
            Raith dropped the rubber in order to catch her and keep her from leaving. "No one touches my condoms but me," he rushed to explain. He wanted her to understand. "I've heard too many horror stories."
            No sooner did the words leave his mouth, though, than he realized his explanation only made him look worse.
            Spearing him with a glower, she struggled to break free a second time. "Just what do you think I was going to do? Poke a hole in it? Yeah, because I sooo want a bunch of rude, arrogant little Malloys running around." She laughed out a harsh snort and then stopped suddenly, only to smack