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Thank God. Just when he was beginning to question how much more foreplay he could stand, she’d said the magic words: I need you. Now.

Sweeter syllables were never spoken.

Working to get the rest of his clothes off, he grabbed the condom. As one hand struggled to shuck his jeans and briefs, he simultaneously tore the package open with his teeth. He was doing it all at once, moving fast, and he tipped sideways, losing his balance. Summer giggled, taking the condom from his hand, and allowing him to kick his clothing the rest of the way off.

“Let me,” she offered. Once he was naked as the day he was born, she rolled the protection on, smirking as she eyed the bottle of lubrication. “Definitely don’t need any of that right now, but we can play with it later.”

Yeah, sure, whatever she wanted, he was game.

As Summer laid back, her hands hooking over his shoulders and drawing him down with her, he kissed her deeply. Need roared through his blood, stronger than ever before. Reaching down, he notched his aching cock at her entrance.

Then he spread her legs further and pushed inside her slick opening.

My forever Summer.

Summer gasped at the feel of her body stretching around Lex’s wide girth. Hell, maybe they should’ve used the lube. But, no, she was ready for him. Readier than she’d ever been for anyone. It had just been a while, and her body needed a moment to adjust.

Which, of course, he gave her. Skin to skin, hearts racing wildly against each other, she breathed him in as he retreated then slid in again, this time deeper. The sensation of being full beyond measure made her moan.

“You feel incredible,” he groaned. His hips began to move, rocking against her, and she lifted hers to meet him as they found their rhythm. A rhythm that left her breathless and needy.

“So do you.” Her nails bit into his shoulders, and she dug her heels into his flexing ass as they moved together. His fingers found her clit, and he adjusted his speed and pressure until she couldn’t take it a second longer. Good God, she fucking fractured. A cry tore from her throat as another orgasm swept through her body, leaving her shaking.

Blinking through the haze of lust surrounding her, she felt Lex pull out. He flipped her over, hauled her up onto her hands and knees, then sank back into her still rippling pussy. He picked up his speed, thrusting faster, but also harder. She’d never had multiple orgasms, but when his talented fingers began toying with her swollen clit again, she didn’t have a choice. His powerful strokes hit deep and, once again, he sent her spiraling over the edge.

Dropping her face into the bedspread, she muffled her scream as their bodies slapped together. It was all too much. Too intense. And when she clamped down on his cock—thank you, Kegels—he stiffened and let out a long, low groan as he found his release.

“Fuuuuck, baby.” He dropped down over her, covering her with his body, then gently rolled them to their sides, being careful not to crush her. For a long moment, he held her back to his front while they remained joined. Then he brushed her hair aside as he slowly pulled out, kissing between her shoulder blades. “Be right back,” he murmured.

Summer flipped onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, breathing hard. Holy shit. Lex Battle was incredible. A master between the sheets. A freaking legend. A man she could fall for so damn easily.

Hell, too late. There was no “could” about it. When it came to Lex, she was tumbling head over heels.

But what if he didn’t feel the same?

Lex walked into the bathroom, gait a little crooked, and tossed the condom. Clutching the edge of the counter, staring at his reflection in the mirror, his mind tried to wrap itself around how good that had been. Sure, it had been a while for him. But he’d had plenty of sex with plenty of women. It was more than the act itself. This had been…so different. Summer was different. Mind-bending, world-altering.

Was it because he cared about her? In his defense, he’d always cared about the women he’d taken to bed—well, sort of, in his own way. But no woman had ever made him want to stay once the fucking was over. Instead of being ready to bolt out the door, he wanted to wrap his arms around Summer and kiss her some more. He wanted to linger in bed, touching her, pleasing her until she was screaming his name.

Swiping a hand through his hair, he shook his head. “Get a grip, Battle,” he told his reflection. One step at a time. Don’t scare her off.

Turning away, he padded back into the bedroom. Summer was sitting up, the sheet pulled up under her arms, covering her beautiful body. She looked so vulnerable and unsure, fidgeting with the edge of the sheet. Time to change that. He never wanted her to be unsure with him. A lot of new feelings might be fluttering around inside him, but the one thing he knew for certain was how much he wanted her. Right where she was—with him, in his bed.

Okay, technically, it was the hotel’s bed, but whatever bed he found himself in, he wanted her there at his side. And fuck if that wasn’t a new feeling to get a grip on.

He crawled back into bed and, before she could say a word, he cupped her face and kissed her deeply. He’d always had a way with words, been called a charmer so many times, but words seemed to fail him right now. So he kept on kissing her. Needing her to know she was exactly where she belonged.

Finally, after long minutes drowning in her essence, he pulled back. The doubt he’d seen faded, replaced by a slow, tentative smile. He dragged his nose down the length of hers. “You smell like coconuts,” he murmured. “And flowers. Like forever summer.”

“I am Summer,” she teased.

“A perfect name for a perfect woman.”

“I’m not perfect.” She frowned. “Far from it.”

“Not to me. I think everything about you is perfect.” He dragged a finger over her mouth. “Perfect lips. Perfect smile.” Trailed it down her throat, across her collarbones, then tugged the sheet down, skimming that finger between her breasts. “Beyond perfect breasts.” Lower still. Dipping straight between her thighs. She sucked in a sharp breath. “Perfect pussy.”

“Lex,” she breathed, mouth dropping open as he rubbed and stroked, urging her legs apart. “It’s too much—”