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it?"
    He traced a finger down her cheek to her
mouth. "Tell me quick, because I've wanted you too long to wait
much longer."
    Olivia studied him for what seemed like eons
before nodding. "Then don't wait."
    "But—"
    "Don't wait," she whispered against his
lips.
    He kissed her. Every cell
in his body screamed Yes! It felt so right that it would have been scary if
he'd let himself think about it, but the second that thought arose
he shut it down and occupied himself with the feel of her under
him.
    He couldn't tell if he was devouring her or
if it was the other way around. Not that he cared. Hell—he'd lie
down and let her have her way with him if she wanted.
    He slipped under the layers she wore, under
her bra, straight for the silky softness of her breast.
    Arching into his hand, she wrapped a leg
around his to hold him against her. She stole under his shirt and
kneaded her way up his back.
    He lifted his head and looked at his hand
under her shirt, rubbing her nipple. He could feel it peak under
his attention, but his eyes were on hers. She watched what he did,
her mouth slightly open.
    She gasped, her gaze never wavering. He bent
and took it in his mouth, biting it through her clothing.
    Grasping his hair, she pulled. "My turn."
She deftly flipped them around so she was on top.
    He hadn't expected this. She hadn't been
passive eleven years ago—she'd always been enthusiastic—but she'd
let him lead.
    She pushed up his shirt. "Off."
    "You too," he said, tossing aside his top
layers.
    Grabbing the bottom, she took her sweater,
tee shirt, and bra off in one motion.
    He liked this new, aggressive Olivia.
    She bent down, latched onto his nipple, and
sucked.
    Correction—he loved this new
Olivia.
    He gripped her hips and rocked into her. He
felt her gasp puff against his chest and wanted to feel her breath
against other parts of him. Wrapping a hand in her hair, he brought
her mouth to his.
    She rubbed herself against him and, when he
groaned, she did it again. He could taste her gratified smile. He
reached between them and tugged on the zipper of her pants.
    "I'll do it." She gazed at him as she
quickly took them off and tossed them with the rest of their
clothes. She knelt above him, her knees straddling his hips. "Your
turn."
    Before he could twitch, she had his pants
undone and was pulling them, and his underwear, down. His cock
sprang up, eager and greedy.
    She traced a finger up its length. She
touched the wetness at the top and smoothed it over the head.
    His body arched up. "Olivia."
    She grinned and slid down over him.
    She felt hot and wet and so right it would
have scared him if he let himself think. She put her hands on his
chest and rode him like her life depended on it. He grabbed her
hips, careful not to get in her way.
    She moaned and moved faster.
    He thrust up into her. "Feel how hard I am
for you, Olivia? I don't think I've ever been this hard in my
life."
    She closed her eyes and threw her head
back.
    Magnificent. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She looked like
a pagan goddess, flushed and wild. The lantern lit her from behind,
bathing her in a golden glow.
    She tightened around him and he almost lost
it. He reached up and grazed one of her luscious nipples with his
palm. "Come, baby. Come for me."
    Her fingernails scratched his chest and she cried
out. Feeling her peak pushed him over the edge.
    "Yes." His grip tightened on her hips,
driving both of them higher.
    She fell on top of him. Tangling his hand in
her hair, he tilted her head till he could get at her mouth.
    She kissed him languidly—long and thorough.
She still pulsed around his cock, almost in time to each lick of
her tongue.
    "Olivia," he groaned. He rolled them over
and ground his groin into hers.
    More. He needed more.
    He pushed higher into her, wanting to bury
himself as deep inside as he possibly could.
    "Michael, I'm done. Finished. I couldn't
possibly—"
    "Want me to describe how you feel?" He
grinned at how she flushed. "Hot. And wet. And so tight."
    "Aw hell." She wrapped her legs around his
waist and prodded him with her heels.
    He laughed.
    And then she squeezed and he wasn't laughing
anymore.

    He'd died and gone to heaven.
    If he had the energy, he would have looked
around. Or pinched himself. Anything to determine whether he was
dead or still living.
    He was in heaven. It was the only logical
explanation. There was no other way he'd be lying on top of Olivia,
buried inside her.
    But he wasn't the kind of guy who'd