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I was about to ask where I was going, but a few seconds later, he reappeared, throwing a condom onto the small table beside the bed. He kicked off his boxers, and I swallowed at the bare-naked sight of him.

He was a hotshot firefighter. The job demanded he be in shape. Even though I was prepared, the view sucked my breath right out of my lungs. Every inch of him was muscled and fit, and his cock was thick.

I was just sitting there on the bed. I couldn’t think for too long. On the heels of another fiery second, I felt the mattress dip. Dylan stretched out beside me, sliding his palm over my belly.

The look in his eyes encompassed all of me. “Piper,” he rasped as he bent to catch my mouth in a kiss.

I could’ve kissed Dylan for days upon days. He was thorough and dallied, teasing me with his tongue. Drawing away to nip my bottom lip and dropping kisses on the corners of my lips, he practically made love to my mouth.

He made love to all of me, dusting hot kisses on my neck, along my collarbone, and down between my breasts before catching one nipple and then the other with his mouth, his teeth grazing just enough to make me moan.

I was a bundle of need and gasping and crying out. Each kiss on my trembling belly felt like hot drops of sweet syrup on my skin. I felt his palm sliding up my thigh, pressing my knee out to the side. His fingers teased into the core of me. He murmured a sound of satisfaction.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re so wet.”

All I could do was gasp when he sank two fingers into me just before bringing his mouth to my sex. Dylan proceeded to drive me absolutely out of my mind. He made love to me, fucking me slowly with his fingers, teasing pumps in and out as his tongue explored my folds.

Just when I thought I would lose my mind, he said, “Come for me, sweetheart.”

I could feel his words on my pussy just before he sucked lightly on my clit. My orgasm shattered me. I cried out, calling his name between ragged breaths.

I hadn’t even recovered, pleasure still rolling through me in swirls and eddies as he drew away. I managed to drag my eyes open, watching as he rolled the condom on.

At another moment, he caught my hands in one of his and stretched them over my head. My breasts jutted up as his weight came over me. He reached between us, notching his thick crown at my entrance.

I was slippery wet with my arousal coating my thighs. He held my gaze, asking, “Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

I watched as he took a breath and slowly filled me. My heart thudded, and I couldn’t look away. I was caught up in an intense rush of need and desire, all of it tangling within a startling intimacy.

Chapter Thirteen

DYLAN

My heart pounded so hard in my chest that I could hardly breathe. One beat rolled into the next, a crescendo that swept me in its wake.

Piper’s gaze was locked with mine. Her skin was soft and dewy. Sheathed in her slick, rippling core, I was caught in a fast-moving current of sensation. Desire and fierce need bound within a shocking sense of intimacy.

I held still for several beats of my heart. She made this little sound as her hips rocked up toward mine.

The momentum took over, and we hurtled forward. I thrust into her again and again as she rose to meet me every time. Until then, I had been clinging to some control, maybe just barely. Once the rush took over, there was no finesse. It was all a mad dash.

I felt her begin to quicken underneath me. Releasing one of her hands, I fumbled to reach between us, teasing my fingers over her clit. She cried out. All finesse aside, I’d lucked into giving her just enough pressure that she came again. Her entire body trembled, quivering underneath mine as her channel tightened around me.

“Dylan!” she gasped.

That toppled me over the edge. The release, sizzling like lightning waiting to strike, snapped through me with such force that all I could do was cry out. We shuddered together, and I fell against her. For a moment, I was stunned, collapsing without even an ounce of energy to keep my weight off her.

After a few deep breaths, I collected myself. I had enough wherewithal to scramble together enough energy to move, shifting to my side and curling an arm around her back to bring her with me.

I couldn’t even speak. I’d had great sex before. It wasn’t that which left me speechless. It was the raw, emotional intimacy I felt with her. I almost couldn’t face it. It felt as if I’d been cleaved wide open. Even more startling, I knew Piper experienced it too.

We’d been caught in it together, a net cast around us, shimmering with sparks and light and an undeniable connection.

Piper moved first, eventually lifting her head. We studied each other in the shadowy light.

“Oh,” she finally said.

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