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He lay on his back with Keysa curled in his arms, their legs were entwined as his long shirt that she’d worn was riding up over her hips. Under the blanket his hands splayed over her lower back, downward to touch the delectable curve of her buttocks.
    She shifted in his arms, her hair brushing over his chin as her head lay on his chest. Ian inhaled deeply, loving the feel of her full breasts pressed against him. She was so soft and so pliant in his arms he wanted to hold her here forever. When she moved again her knee slid up his leg, resting dangerously close to his swollen arousal.
    His moan couldn’t be contained and Ian’s hand slid over her bottom to grip her thigh, pulling her leg up higher until it brushed over his arousal. The feeling was intense it sent shivers through his entire body until he was grimacing in pleasure. Her hands splayed over his chest and her hips jutted forward. He wanted to yell out, to pull her on top of him and sink his length deep inside of her, but he had to be sure this was what she wanted.
    Keysa Donovan was no ordinary woman and making love to her wouldn’t be a brief sexual encounter for him. He’d wanted her on a level he’d never experienced before and so he had been patiently waiting for her to come around. Tonight he wanted her, badly. He wanted to consummate their new relationship, to make her understand how much he needed and desired her. He had so much he wanted to give her, so much he wanted to share with this woman, if only she would open up to him.
    As if she’d heard his inner pleas, Keysa’s head lifted until her deep brown eyes were staring at him. Her curly hair was mussed, her eyes tinged with lust.
    “What are we doing?” she asked in a hushed tone.
    “Whatever you want to do,” was his reply.
    For a moment she hesitated, then her head dipped lower and her lips touched his. It was a feather-light touch at first, and Ian responded tentatively. Then her tongue stroked his lower lip and he heard himself groaning again. Extending his tongue they engaged in a sensual exchange before their lips finally touched again and the kiss went even deeper. By this time Keysa’s body had moved so that she was on top of him. Ian’s hands cupped the round swells of her bottom, pressing her center into his erection.
    Sliding his hands underneath the band of her bikinis, he quickly felt her heat and sighed when his fingers slid through her moistened slit. She gasped and opened her legs wider. Finding her center, Ian slipped first one, then two fingers deep inside her, kissing her mouth with an urgency that had his heart pounding in his chest.
    Keysa began undulating her hips, moving against the slow and tortuous rhythm of his fingers. When she stilled and moaned, long and deep Ian thought he would simply explode. Instead he slid his hand from between her legs and hastily removed her panties. In a twist of arms, hands and heavy breathing, Keysa pulled his boxers down his legs and pushed them aside, and resumed her position on top of him. She looked down at him momentarily before positioning herself over his rigid length. Guiding himself into her slickness Ian kept his eyes on her face as sensations swirled inside threatening to engulf him completely.
    “So hot,” he murmured. “So sweet.”
    Keysa’s hips rotated as she settled on top of him, taking him in deep. “Yes,” she whispered.
    His hands griped her hips, guiding her into a slow ride that seemed to caress every nerve ending from his head to his toes.
    With ever swerve and lift of her hips Keysa felt sexy and powerful. Her swollen breasts heaved and tingled as she lifted the hem of the shirt and pulled it over her head. His hands instantly came up to grab her breasts, his thumbs tweaking her nipples. She sighed, dragging her tongue over her lower lips. His touch felt good, the sound of his voice whispering her name was blissful.  The feel of him buried deep inside her was unspeakable.
    Her mind was free of everything