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“I think that poor thing has held up pretty well,” He wiggled his hips beneath her half-heartedly. “But unfortunately, you’re right. It needs a chance to recharge before we go for another round.”

“We’re…going for another round?” Hilly knew her voice emerged shakily, but given her past, she couldn’t help it. She took nothing for granted.

Cisco scowled. “Of course we are. Can you doubt that?” he asked incredulously.

When she looked sheepish, he toned down his declamation.

“Listen to me, Hilly.” He cupped her cheeks with his hands and leaned his face in until they touched foreheads. “That was the most amazing sex of my life. And it’s not for lack of sampling.” He removed one hand from her cheek and placed his palm over her breast, cupping it lovingly. “I’ve…probably earned the reputation of a player, but since I met you, I haven’t wanted to be with anyone else. And now that we’ve…experienced each other, I know I’ll never have to look any farther. It’s you all the way, Hilly. I’m dead serious about that. If you can find it in yourself to keep a poor man’s heart intact, I hope you’ll agree we have something special between us that needs to be further explored.”

Hilly wasn’t certain she wanted a deep conversation at the moment. Cisco was post-coital, and his lovely words could simply be the sex talking. She, herself, was still basking in her epic afterglow, so how honest would a conversation between them be?

Still, she didn’t want to make Cisco think she hadn’t loved every minute of what they’d shared.

“I believe we’ve done enough exploring for today,” she told him with a smile, gently moving her body off his. “But I will agree with you on one thing. I’d…like to see where things might go. Right now, however,” she glanced at the clock on the wall, “Buffy will be here in ten minutes to pack her stuff so she can take over Bailey’s cabin. We need to clean up and get dressed.”

Her inner thighs, as she stepped away, were glisteningly wet, and she was in serious danger of dripping onto the floor.

“Stay put. Let me take care of you,” Cisco ordered, reaching out to run a finger through the evidence of their combined pleasure. He looked at it in awe, then shook his head and leapt to his feet. He was clearly still in complete control of his body’s musculature, unlike Hilly, whose connective tissues wanted nothing more than to collapse onto the nearest flat surface.

One quick, tender stroke-to-her-collarbone later, Cisco strode toward her small bathroom, and Hilly sighed. His ass, along with his thick thighs, were a thing of beauty. Damn. The man was jacked. His bronzed flesh rippled as he moved; the impressive muscles flexing beneath his skin.

Wait.

Hilly blinked, suddenly snapping out of her sex-stupor. What did Cisco mean, he’d take care of her?

She swayed, at a loss as to what she was supposed to do next.

Her indecision was put to rest when Cisco emerged from the bathroom, a wet facecloth in hand. Without saying another word, he strode over and dropped to his knees in front of her. Nudging her thighs apart, he began gently cleaning all her swollen bits.

Yikes. She shivered. When had anyone ever done that for her before?

Easy answer. Never.

“There,” he said, planting a firm kiss to the small patch that she kept well-trimmed. He tapped a finger on her still-tender nub. “And did I happen to mention I love the color of your hair?”

Hilly felt herself blush.

She’d always been self-conscious about her red pubic hair, knowing it wasn’t exactly mainstream, but the truth in Cisco’s eyes as he praised her, couldn’t be doubted. He really did like what he was seeing.

Her heart lightened. “You keep this up, you’re going to be good for my ego,” she teased.

“And that, is my goal,” he told her seriously, dropping the cloth to stand and wrap his arms around her. “You need to learn just how spectacular you really are, Hilly Duncan.”

Cripes. A naked Cisco-hug. If he stayed like this, she’d believe him if he said the woods outside were filled with purple butterflies.

Hilly’s nipples grew hard again, unable to ignore the smattering of crisp, dark hair they rubbed up against.

Cisco chuckled, drew back, and dropped a kiss to each stirring peak. “I thought you said Buffy would be here soon?”

Hilly groaned. “She will. Clearly, I have absolutely no control over my body when you’re around.”

He arched a brow. “That fits well with my plans for you, for later.”

“Later?” Hilly questioned, her belly doing excited flip-flops. There’d be more, so soon?

“Yeah. Later. I figure right now, while Buffy is moving out and before it gets too dark, I’ll go check your outbuildings and the surrounding woods for anything that might look suspicious. Then I’ll come back and spend the night worshipping your body. If that’s okay with you. Or we can just sleep, if you’d rather,” he contradicted, impishly.

He brought his hand aloft to stop her before she could come up with all the reasons him staying might be a bad idea.

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