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from thigh to
ankle and removed her shoes. The silky thong came off next, and he
placed her feet on the edge of swing, spreading her
wide.
    “ You’re so beautiful,” he
whispered, his lips moving against the soft skin of her inner
thigh. “So soft and sweet.”
    “ Oooh,” Dixie Rose sighed
when he wrapped his arms around her thighs. Yes, she would
definitely be a screamer, and Quin intended to make her
scream.
    Her hips jerked as Quin settled his
mouth over her steaming pussy. His tongue sought out every fold,
every crevice, tasting, savoring, making her wriggle against him.
“Mmm, this is some sweet pussy.” He drew her clit between his lips,
sucking it against his tongue.
    She was thrusting against his face
now, her head thrown back. “Oh, God. I’m gonna come . . . Oh,
Jesus, I need . . . I need . . .”
    He knew what she wanted but he asked
anyway. “What do you need, honey?”
    “ I need you inside me when
I come,” she half whispered.
    Quin tore at the button and zipper on
his trousers, then reached for a padded footrest that was next to
the banister. He dragged it in front of the swing and climbed to
his knees. His cock throbbed with need as he knelt between her
legs. He told himself to be gentle. His lovely Rose hadn’t had a
man inside her in a long time. He tore open a condom and sheathed
himself.
    The moisture pooling at her entrance
eased the way, and he gritted his teeth as his cock slid between
her folds. Jesus, she was tight. He eased back, thrust again,
gaining a few more inches. At this rate, he would come before he
could fuck her. “Lord, honey, you’re so tight, I’m afraid I’m going
to hurt you.”
    “ No. Feels . . . good.
More, Quin. Give me more.”
    He eased back again, thrust harder
this time, and seated himself deep into her snug channel. He
couldn’t move, didn’t dare, lest he lose complete control. He took
a couple of deep breaths and began to move.
    Liquid fire flowed from her as he
thrust into her. She was hot and wet and so tight. He couldn’t
remember a single time when burying his cock in a woman had felt
this good. It felt so right, he didn’t want to come, because coming
meant he’d have to leave the comfort of her welcoming
body.
    In a moment of inspiration, Quin
grabbed the edge of the porch swing and set it rocking gently,
setting an easy pace of long, slow thrusts.
    Her response was immediate. “Oooh,
yes! That’s good.” She thrust her hips up on his downstroke,
sending him deeper into her honeyed warmth. “Oh, please. Harder,
Quin. Faster.”
    He pounded into her, giving her all
she demanded and more. She was practically sobbing now, talking
gibberish, fingers white-knuckled as she held on to the arms of the
porch swing.
    “ Ohmygod!” Her back arched
and she howled as her pussy contracted around him. Quin slammed
into her, burying himself deep as his own orgasm swept over him,
his voice joining hers in a bellow of sheer masculine
release.
    In the calm that followed, Quin shoved
the ottoman out of the way and picked Dixie up, holding her in his
lap as the swing rocked her to sleep. Holding her made him feel
oddly possessive, as though he wanted nothing more than to protect
her from the myriad of woes life could throw at a
person.
    Where the fuck had that come from? He
knew well enough he wasn’t the relationship type. Besides, he’d be
on the way to his next project as soon as all the changes to this
one were complete. Sure, he had tender feelings for Rose, but that
was just the thrill of sexual conquest. Once he had his fill of
her, life would return to normal. His mind settled once more, he
carried her into the house and crawled into bed with
her.
     
    * * *
     
    Damnit, she was daydreaming again,
remembering last night. Good Lord. She’d just spread her legs and
let Quin Halladay fuck her on her very own porch swing. Bonifay
women were not loose women, damnit. How had he managed to get under
her skin and into her panties before she could even