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He found a condom and murmured his own, “Yes!”

All he cared about was getting this condom on as fast as possible and burying himself in her.

When Blue started to sit up, he held her down by her hips. “Where are you going?”

Smirking, she said, “To get my antlers.”

“Later. Later I’ll make you dance naked in them.”

Another one of her priceless expressions of fake outrage flashed across her face. “I don’t think?—”

He cut her off. “Later. Right now, I just need to be inside you.”

Her mouth fell into an O and her eyes darkened.

Christian took her knees and pushed them up and out, leaning down to give her a hard, demanding kiss. She had him so tight with hot need he suspected his earlier accomplishments getting her to orgasm were probably going to be trampled under his desperate pounding, but hey, she had to know how sexy she was and what that did to a man’s restraint.

Then he lost the ability to form words when he pushed inside her.

Swallowing about a garbage can full of spit, Christian closed his eyes and paused, his cock throbbing inside her slick heat.Fuck.Nothing, no woman had ever felt this good in his entire life. She commanded every ounce of his attention, every nerve ending in him strumming, his thoughts scattered, his senses overwhelmed.

When she said, “Oh, that’s just the best thing ever,” Christian couldn’t have agreed more.

Staring down at her beautiful face, brushing his lips over the softness of hers, Christian began to move inside her. With each slow stroke he took, she gave a soft moan of approval, and he moved a little faster, pushed a little harder. Blue lifted her hips to meet his thrust, and that was all the encouragement he needed. Hands on either side of her head, he braced himself and went at her, taking and pounding and gritting his teeth in agonized ecstasy.

Her moans got louder, her nails dug into his skin. His muscles tensed, his blood rushed past his ears with a buzzing, his body totally focused on that intimate, hot, wet connection with her.

When her inner muscles contracted around his erection and her cries froze and her eyes rolled back as she came for a third time, Christian let go of the tight hold he’d had on himself and crashed completely and totally out of control.

He yelled.

He shuddered.

He lost all rational thought as he came inside Blue.

And when he finally settled back down into his body and could process what he was seeing and hearing as well as feeling, he realized Blue was grinning up at him.

“Wow,” she said and laughed, the sound so free and joyous that Christian laughed breathlessly with her.

“That,” he told her. “Was epic.”

“Epic?” She ran her satin fingertips over his back. “I like.”

Christian sighed, his cock still pulsing a little inside her. “I like, too.”

He liked it, her, all of this, a whole lot.

Chapter

Six

Blue lay on the bed, legs tangled with Christian’s, lazily running her fingers over his chest. The muscles were addictive, truly. As could be the sex. He hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d called what had just passed between them epic, she had never been that aroused, that out of herself, yet so completely aware of every molecule in her body.

Amazing. Plain and simple.

Now she just wanted to yawn and laze on the bed like a satiated cat, but somehow she already knew that she had about thirty seconds before Christian started talking. He was a verbal guy, something she wasn’t really used to, but found she liked. There was something about his constant chatter that made her feel like he was a genuinely well-adjusted guy happy with his life.

What a concept.

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