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thumbs, he gently parted her
folds, opening her to his gaze in the dim light. The single
streetlamp backlit the blowing snow, and through the front window,
it cast a gentle glow over her skin, making her look almost
ethereal—her pale skin radiant in sharp contrast to her dark hair
spread across the cushion. No matter what happened, he’d always
remember her like this—beautiful and open to him.
    Lowering his head, he tasted her. Like sweet
wine, her flavor burst across his tongue, hot and addictive. He
lapped at her slick flesh, darting inside her tight opening before
stroking upward to circle her swollen clit.
    Desperate whimpers escaped her lips as she
lifted her hips to his mouth. He was certain he’d never seen
anything as hard-on inducing as the sight of her body straining
toward pleasure, toward release. He slipped a finger inside her wet
channel, groaning at the way she clasped him, knowing it would only
be a million times better when he was buried balls deep inside
her.
    Slowly, he stroked in and out of her
shuddering body, adding another finger and another while brushing
his thumb across her clit. She gripped the couch as if she wouldn’t
stay grounded without hanging on. She was close. He could feel it
in the way her muscles tensed and the way she bit her lip as if she
could hold back her impassioned cries. He couldn’t wait to see her
break. He wanted to make her come more than he’d ever wanted
anything.
    Keeping his gaze on her, he flicked his
tongue across her clit before sucking the tiny bundle of nerves
between his lips. Her entire body stiffened as her release washed
over her; his name was torn from her lips with an anguished cry.
He’d never heard anything more beautiful.
    Panting, her eyes fluttered open, and she
pinned him with her stare. “Please tell me you have a condom.”
    Panic flared to life in his gut. He pulled
his wallet from his back pocket and rifled through it until he
found one. He climbed to his feet and quickly stripped off the
remainder of his clothes while Cassie watched, teeth gnawing at her
lower lip. He quickly sheathed himself and paused, gazing down at
her.

    Cassie squirmed under his scrutiny. She knew
she wasn’t perfect, but she couldn’t remember ever feeling so
self-conscious before. Finally, she looked away. “Please, don’t.
Don’t stare at me like that.”
    A rueful smile curved his lips. “I wanted to
make sure this wasn’t another misguided, adolescent fantasy.”
    “Um…did they happen often enough for that to
be a concern?”
    He chuckled as he leaned
over her. “You have no idea.”
    A spiral of warmth unfurled in her middle,
but she couldn’t meet his eyes. “I hope you’re not
disappointed.”
    Sam lifted up her chin until she met his
gaze. “Fantasy was never this good.”
    Her eyes stung at the sincerity in his
expression. She opened her arms to him, drawing him into her
embrace. As he settled into the cradle of her thighs, the warmth
she’d experienced earlier was replaced by undeniable heat.
    She groaned at the sensation of his thick
cock sliding through her wet heat to graze her aching clit. “Quit
teasing,” she muttered.
    He grinned, and her chest tightened. “Never.
Not while I can get a reaction out of you.” He slipped through her
damp folds again, making her cry out. Finally, he took pity on her
and gently prodded her opening.
    Cassie lifted her hips in an attempt to urge
him deeper, but he held back. All but growling, she nipped at his
earlobe. “You’re not going to like the reaction you’re going to get
if you don’t quit tormenting me and just fuck me.”
    His lips quirked. “I don’t think I’ve ever
heard you use that word before.” His eyes glinted wickedly. “Are
librarians even allowed to say that?”
    “Sam…”
    “What? It’s hot.”
    She frowned at him.
“Then, fuck me
already.”
    His grin fading, he lunged
forward, pushing all the air from her lungs with the force of his
thrust. Yes. This
is what she