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“I haven’t been hiding anything.” But then I moaned as his fingers moved inside my panties and I lost my entire train of thought.

“Does my siren like being told what to do? Or does she just like hearing what she does to me?” He teased my clit, moving along the wishbone and into my arousal. “Do you have any idea how pretty you are when you’re stretched out naked on a bed? These gorgeous tits in the air, all this hair spread out, and my fingers ready to fill you up?”

I whimpered. Everett had somehow figured out exactly how to turn me into a sex-crazed woman ready to do anything for an orgasm.

“You’re wondering how I know aren’t you?” His fingers circled and pressed.

My core throbbed to be filled. So I nodded.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you?” His eyes flashed.

Oh this man was wicked in bed. “How do you know?” Maybe he was secretly a psychic or had some sort of supernatural ability because it was simply impossible to be this turned on this fast.

“Because,” he sank two fingers inside me, “I pay attention to what you read. And then I read it. And you, my little siren, have some definite preferences. How nice to find out that you like them in real life too.” Then he reclaimed my nipple, teasing and torturing it while he tested and stretched me with his fingers, until I saw stars.

And then, just before I could orgasm, he took it all away.

He stared down at me long and hard. “You don’t happen to have a condom in your purse?”

I blinked several times, trying to figure out what he was saying. Condoms?

Condoms!

“No.”

He made a clicking sound with his tongue and stood up. “One will have to do then.” He took my panties with him, then found his wallet. “It’s probably for the best. If we had two or even three we’d probably use them and then where would we be? Satisfied? Sure. But I want you to leave here wanting more.” He climbed back over me and came straight to my lips, pausing a fraction of an inch away. “I need you to want more.” Then he kissed me while lining up his cock at my center. “I need you to want me.”

Oh this man. For all the times he ran from me, he knew it wasn’t him that was the problem after this. It was me. No matter how good this was, or how committed we were to giving this a chance, when the sun came up we both knew every one of my biggest fears would be triggered.

The trick would be in not hurting him the same way he hurt me.

But that was tomorrow.

Tonight we had this. “I need you right now, Everett.”

With a groan he entered me, pausing to let me stretch around him. The sensation took my breath away.

His forehead dropped to mine. “You feel so fucking good.”

The difference between fucking someone for fun and making love was the same as the difference between imitation bacon and real bacon. Both were fun but only one was amazing.

Everything was bigger and more intense. It was exquisite.

And what did all those heroines in my books do? They encouraged the hero. So I took a cue from Everett and told him what I wanted. “I need more. I want to feel all of you.”

His eyes flew open and sure enough a new fire blazed in them. He stared into my eyes as he sank deeper and deeper, watched as the pleasure inside me doubled, tripled.

“More, Everett. Fill me up.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m not in pain. I need you.” That did it. His hips shot forward, thrusting the last couple of inches. I cried out, arching, my nipples dragging along his chest. “Yes!”

“I…I…” His eyes roamed over me wildly, filled with desperation, confusion, and desire. Then with a subtle shake of his head he kissed me, pulled back, and then thrust again.

It was all so wonderful and overwhelming. I dug my nails into his back, holding on for dear life. How was this possible? It shouldn’t feel this good. Not the first time. Not ever.

And yet, my pleasure built with each thrust, with each agonized moan that rumbled from his chest. He was so big, and strong, and mine. I felt safe and precious and like I was, at least to Everett, the sexiest woman alive.