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taste.
    He gasped and twitched and she smiled her wickedest smile, feeling her wickedest feelings.
    She could sense him watching her so she settled into her work, easing up on the bed until her breasts rested against his leg, the rough hair teasing her nipples.
    Slowly, she jacked him in her fist, testing her grip until she heard him hiss.
    “Too hard?”
    “Harder.”
    Oh, he was too much, just too much, and she lifted herself up slightly so she could take him into her mouth. Swallowing him deeper until she felt him against the back of her throat and his hands clutched into the thick fall of her hair.
    Yes , she thought, yes. Just like that .
    She hummed, hoping he would understand that she liked that.
    He pulled her hair away from her face, holding it back with one rough hand.
    “So good,” he breathed. “You look so good.”
    Between her mouth and her hand she worked him harder. Faster. Lips, tongue. Both hands. Squeezing. Licking. Until he was pushing up into her mouth when she pushed down and she wasn’t sure if maybe she was hurting him, or he was hurting her, but she couldn’t stand it anymore.
    He came out of her mouth with an audible pop and she got up on her knees beside him, staring down at the lovely flushed and sweaty delight of him.
    “I want to fuck you.”
    He shook his head, his eyes wild, as if words were just totally beyond his ability to understand.
    “Why not?” she asked. There simply wasn’t any way this hookup was going to end like this. She was dying for him. Dying for the sensation of him sliding deep inside of her.
    “I don’t have any condoms,” he said with a slight wince.
    “Oh, you southern boys haven’t gotten the memo—we northern women can take care of things.” She got up off the bed, pulling off her damp and messy G-string, the tank top.
    But leaving the boots.
    From her purse she pulled out Lindsey’s night-making condom before turning toward him, the condom between her fingers.
    “Ta-da.”
    He smiled, then propped up on his elbows, his legs still spread, his ruddy cock lying against his abdomen.
    “I like you northern girls.”
    Feeling like some kind of swashbuckling female pirate, she leapt on the bed and straddled him while ripping open the wrapper with her teeth.
    “Your tattoo—?”
    “Really?” she asked, holding the tip of the condom with one hand while sliding the rest of it over him. “You want to talk about my ink, now?”
    Mesmerized, he stared like he’d never seen someone roll a condom on with such panache. Willing to give him more of a show, she hiked herself up his body, holding his cock still while she slowly, with breath-stealing, excruciating deliberateness, eased herself down him.
    Despite her eagerness, despite the wetness he had inspired between her legs, there was still the small pinch and sting of taking this man inside of her. The strange reality that no matter what, sex was a matter of submission for her. Of accepting what on some level seemed unacceptable.
    She was not and had never been very good at compliance.
    “Oh … God, Ryan.”
    “Good?”
    “Sublime. Fucking … perfect. You are perfect.”
    Let’s not go overboard , she thought. But once he was inside all the way and she was seated hard in the cradle of his hips, she shook her hair out of the way and raised herself up over him, holding onto the headboard, nearly wild with a surge of power and sex and something old and womanly, and began to ride him.
    Most men didn’t know how to be on the bottom. They either held themselves still, letting her do it all, or they grabbed her hips, keeping her still while jackhammering into her from underneath
    But not Harry. No, Harry understood. Making this work for both of them meant meeting her downward slide with his upward push. When she jerked forward against him, he pushed back until she felt the pressure of his body against her clit. He held her breasts, hard, his fingers careful but insistent vises against her flesh.
    “Look