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events. But this…this was different. She’d closed her eyes and let it rip, totally uninhibited. Her curvy hips swayed, her lush ass twitched, her cheeks flushed with pleasure as she tossed her head, lighting up the whole room with her smile. Was that the way her face looked when she came?
    The need to know the answer to that question had hammered at him relentlessly until he noticed the blond guy staring at her, probably wondering the same thing. White-hot passion gave way to ice-cold fury.
    Don’t think about it.
    By the time they got to his house thirty minutes later, his temper had cooled some and Micah was snoring lightly. He reached out a hand and brushed the hair from her face. God, she was beautiful. Smooth, creamy skin, plump red lips, clear hazel eyes…that had popped open at some point during his perusal and were regarding him curiously.
    “Are we home?” she asked and gave a sleepy stretch. The thin cotton blouse pulled tight across her chest, and it was only through sheer force of will that he managed to look away.
    “Yeah. Let’s get you inside. I’ll make us some coffee and you some food.”
    She didn’t respond. She just opened the car door, slipped off her shoes and weaved her way into the house without a backward glance.
    By the time he got inside, her shirt was off and she was hopping around the living room on one foot. One leg was bare, the other was still tangled in her jeans. Every time she jumped, her lace-encased breasts gave a jiggle and so did his heart.
    He wet his lips. “Uh, what are you doing, babe?”
    “I’m stuck.”
    “I see that.”
    “I’m gonna take a shower. But I’m stuck. Can you unstuck me?”
    He paused for a long moment and sucked in a breath. Could he? It was a simple request, but over the past few months even the simplest request seemed difficult. He was only a man, made of flesh and blood—every drop of which had drained to his cock. Taking off her jeans rode the line between out of the question and abso-fucking-lutely not .
    Micah was on the floor now, wrestling with her jeans as if she was an alligator in the midst of a death roll. Her face was crinkled in concentration, her tongue perched on her top lip à la Charlie Brown, and his heart gave a lurch.
    “Stop rolling around, you’re making it worse.” He walked over to help her up by the elbow. “Put your arms around me, babe.” His voice sounded like he’d been sucking on broken glass, and for that second he was glad she was shit-faced enough to not notice.
    She leaned forward, nestling her head into his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his waist. He pinched his eyes shut and counted silently until the initial shock of her scent and the lush press of her curves wore off. He got to eighty before he regained control.
    She seemed perfectly content to stay where she was, but instead of getting better, his situation was getting more and more dire by the second. “Okay,” he said, patting her shoulder. “Lift your leg up.”
    She nodded into his chest and slung her leg—the bare one—high over his hip. Blood pounded in his ears as the soft heat of her pussy pressed against his thigh.
    “The other leg, Mike,” he ground out.
    She nodded again and slipped her hands to his shoulders, launching herself in the air and hooking her jeans-clad leg around his other hip to straddle him.
    Poor word choice. “I meant switch legs, not both.”
    She started to slip, and he instinctively grabbed her to keep her from falling. Unfortunately, the most natural handhold left him with two palms full of luscious ass.
    Staring at him through wide eyes, she mumbled, “Well this is nice,” and wiggled against him, her almost-bare sex rubbing against his throbbing cock.
    “Jesus, Mike, stop it.”
    “Why? What do I have to stop? It feels really good. Doesn’t it feel good to you?” She did it again to make her point. He tried to stay still, but his fingertips flexed deeper into the soft flesh of her bottom.
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