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forward, seemingly pointing at her partially shaved pussy, he waited. He smiled in the soft light as his cock acted like an arrow directing him to Kenyatta’s paradise. Yes, he would find knowledge and peace between her thighs, but the real gift resided in her heart. That was the true destination tonight and Doran knew the road to get there may be plagued with twists and turns.
    “Ken,” he called. “Did you hear me?”
    “Yes, goodness, yes! Why keep me waiting with all these words? Fuck me, already!”
    Doran’s heart leapt into his throat, and with a growl unfurling he buried himself in her moist heat. Unable to slow down or stop the force racing through him, Doran penetrated deeper inside her. Kenyatta grasped at him as her legs locked around his waist, pinning him to her. Doran felt her nails dig into his back, clawing for more, demanding all of him.
    As if he would ever deny her. Giving her all of him, Doran bit his lower lip and tried to stem the heat zipping up his spine. She was so ready and hot. Fighting not to finish early, he closed his eyes. When her inner walls hugged him, peace descended on him. Here. This place was where he belonged. 
    “Doran!” she gasped his name. Saturated with pleasure, she groaned out his name again. “Doran…”
    She should always say his name. Just. Like. That.
    He grinned at her. So close to climax, he increased the speed for both of them. Damn it. He didn’t want a quickie, but she felt so damn good.
    “Kenyatta—woman! See what you do to me!”
    He could feel her gripping his cock, milking it for greater effect. He reached down and stroked her clit in time to his increasing thrusts. Wetness coated his fingers. Her hold on him tightened. So close he could feel it in her increased moans.
    “Oh, fuck me, Doran!”
    When she ground out his name like that he nearly came.”
    She screamed as the orgasm tore through them both. It had come so suddenly, Doran’s ripped so fast and he shouted so loud his throat burned.
    Panting, drenched in sweat, they collapsed to the single-sized bed and he yanked her into his arms. The moment he withdrew, still hard, he wanted to be lodged back inside her—home. God, he loved her.
    Doran spooned against her and closed his eyes as the bliss of lovemaking receded.
     

     
    Feeling Doran’s body heat and sweat sealing him close to her body, Kenyatta tried to slow down her heart’s fast hammering. She did it. For all her attempts to fight it, she gave in to her hunger for Doran. Now what happens? Did she pretend it didn’t? She slept with a co-worker. Lordy. Despite the second rocketing climax, Kenyatta’s doubt tried to creep into as her pleasure waned. Behind her, Doran lifted her head, and adjusted the pillows. He climbed over her, stepping over piles of discarded clothes to reach the light switch. He shut the door, turned out the light, and climbed back into bed, careful no to crush her.  She smiled when Doran’s arm snaked around her waist and gently yanked her back, flank against him. He wanted her, and even though nothing had been sorted out completely, she wanted him too.
    “Ken?” Doran croaked, his breath warm against her hair.
    “Yes?”
    “I love you.”
    Her breathing hitched and she snuggled back into his arm. Strong words, maybe even influenced by the hormones they’d both just released. Pheromones could make a man promise the moon, but it didn’t mean he would load the rocket in the morning. But Doran was different. She’d never felt so darn settled with a man. She didn’t want to leave or remember where her purse was. Those fears fell away when she was with Doran. Kenyatta pushed all thoughts aside as the alcohol, anxiety and physical demands of the day drained the last of her energy. Her eyelids grew heavier and she stifled a yawn.
    As they lowered, she heard Doran whisper, “Sleep, my baby. I’ll be here when you wake.”
    It sounded corny to her logical brain, but her heart melted that he wanted to stay. As