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Holy hell. Neither was in the lifestyle—she had no desire to be and thought he felt the same—but whether he was aware of it or not, he was a Dominant. She’d been around enough of them to recognize one in a heartbeat. She didn’t like him being bossy outside the bedroom—like when he reprimanded her as if she were a twelve-year-old whenever she cursed—but it kinda turned her on right then.

“I promise, I’ll say something.”

“Good girl.”

Shit. Those two words got her engine revving even faster.

Lifting her head, she kissed him. “I want you inside me. Now. Please.”

He brought one hand down between them and prodded her entrance. She was still wet and ready. A moment later, he replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock. Jenn lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips. “Please!”

As he eased into her, she reveled in the sensations that bombarded her. As he retreated and pushed forward again, a little farther each time, her body willingly yielded to the sensual invasion. She rocked her hips in time with his. The orgasm she already felt building threatened to be stronger than the first one. She slid her arms around his neck and held on for dear life.

They both moaned when he was fully seated, filling her to perfection, and he peered down at her. “Shit, you’re so tight. Are you okay?”

“More than.” She tilted her pelvis and gasped when his cock hit her G-spot. “Oh! Please, fuck me! Please!”

Instead of chastising her for the vulgar demand, he gave her a hungry grin. “With pleasure, sweetheart.”

Leaning on his forearms, he took possession of her mouth, plunging his tongue inside while thrusting his cock in and out. His pace was slow at first—infuriatingly so—but when she dug her heels into his ass, urging him on, he fucked her faster. Perspiration coated their skin. The only sounds were heavy breathing, gasps, moans, murmured words of endearment, the crinkling of the rescue blanket beneath them, and the slapping of flesh against flesh.

He made her body sing, a chorus of passion and all that was beautiful in the world. Reaching down, he maneuvered his hand between them and found her clit, rubbing it with enough pressure to send her hurtling toward the edge of another orgasm. “Come for me, Jenn. Let me feel you shatter around me.”

That was all she needed to let go. “Oh, God! Yes! Yes!”

Her mind and body detonated, and after a few more thrusts, Doug shouted, too, while his muscles stiffened and jerked as he came.

They collapsed in an exhausted heap, and Doug turned them onto their sides. Their limbs entwined as their lungs struggled for air. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, as he kissed her forehead.

Despite everything else that’d happened in the last day, Jenn had never felt something so right, so perfect, as what she just experienced. She just hoped that when the sun arose, Doug wouldn’t take a step back instead of forward. This couldn’t be the only night she spent making love to him. If it were, it would destroy her.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Jenn snuggled against Doug’s side, her head resting on his shoulder. She woke up a few minutes ago as the early morning light filtered through the cracks of the bedroom window’s shutters, but he was still asleep. Hell, he’d barely woken up when a few minor aftershocks hit during the night. They were strong enough to rattle things in the cabin, but not cause any damage.

She stretched her legs, reveling in how her body ached in the most glorious way. Sex with her first and only other lover had been nice—she even had a few orgasms after a while, once she relaxed and banished her nervousness about being intimate with Cole. Nothing earth-shattering, but enjoyable. She’d also masturbated since then and used a few toys to pleasure herself. However, none of that came even close to having sex with Doug.

Holy shit, the man made her body soar, and she finally realized what all her aunts and their friends meant when they discussed the big-O. Doug had made love to her a second time and given her another orgasm before she passed out from exhaustion, her nightmare long gone. It’d been mind-blowing, and she couldn’t wait to do it again.

Torn between wanting to wake him and letting him get some more well-deserved sleep, Jenn turned her head to kiss his throat while her fingers lightly caressed his bare chest, alternating between the bullet scar and his tattoo. It wasn’t long before he stirred, his legs stretching under the blanket as he arched his back. The arm around her tightened, and his eyes blinked several times before remaining open.

Jenn tilted her head back until their gazes met. “If you say one word about regretting last night, I’ll plan the ultimate revenge on you. I don’t know what that is yet, but I’ll come up with something.”

He chuckled and pulled her until she was draped over his body. “No regrets, other than I know I’ll get my ass kicked by your godfather the minute he finds out about us. I could’ve lost you in that landslide yesterday, sweetheart. Or even during the earthquake. That scared me more than anything and made me realize fighting my attraction to you was useless. The age thing still bothers me a bit, but you’re much more mature than other women your age. I’ll get over it because now that I’ve had you, now that I’ve made love to you, I don’t think I can live another day without holding you in my arms.”

She smiled, his words warming her heart and vanquishing any doubts she had. “When did you become such a romantic?”

“After you stole my heart last night.”

Brushing her hair back over her shoulders, he gently urged her head down until their lips met. Jenn melted against him as he plundered her mouth. The kiss was so incredible and distracting that she didn’t even think about the fact that she had morning breath and was in desperate need of a shower. Doug’s hands roamed her back and ass, and he lifted until his stiff cock slipped between her legs. When it hit her clit, she hissed and winced.

Ending the kiss, Doug nuzzled the spot where her ear and neck met. “Sore?”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. I’m the one who should apologize.”

“For what? Making me come so hard three times that I thought there was another earthquake?”

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