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restlessly against me.
    When I lift my head from her chest, her eyes meet mine. The heat in them matches the fire blazing a path through my veins as we stare each other down. She’s using her eyes to send me a message, one I can’t quite decipher. Finally coming to some kind of silent decision, her lips finally meet mine for the first time.
    She tastes like mint chocolate with the barest hint of forever.
    Forever? I’ve never attached that word to a woman, never. I only met this girl today. For all I know, I’ll probably never see her again. But something inside me tells me she’s something to remember. Something to spend time on. She’s special.
    When we pull free, we’re both out of breath and she gasps as my hips jerk underneath her.
    “Condom?”
    Nodding, I reach over and grab a foil packet out of my nightstand drawer. I hand it to her and she tears it open with her teeth. I’m hungry for her when she grasps a firm hold of my shaft and rolls the protection on me. She leaves her hand where it is for a moment, staring down as she strokes me. A litany of curses fly from my mouth and every single muscle in my body goes rigid. Her touch is going to undo me. Never have I been in danger of coming just from one stroke of a woman’s hand.
    She glances up at me, and there’s a mixture of awe and concern in her eyes. “You’re big.”
    Pride fills me and I shoot her a crooked grin. “Big and all yours tonight, baby.”
    A look of determination changes her expression and I don’t have time to take a full breath before she lifts her ass and sits down hard on my dick. We both moan at the sheer ecstasy we feel as our bodies meet for the first time. She stills, closing her eyes, and my arms come up to cup the back of her neck. My hands are so big that my thumbs caress her face.
    “You. Feel. Perfect.” The words are clipped and short because I’m in serious danger of busting a nut before she does, and I just can’t have that.
    She begins to ride me, slowly at first and then faster. Her tits jiggle, her head flies back as she goes wild. I can’t handle the sensation of her moving on my hardness mixed with the way her inner muscles are grabbing a hold of me like they’ll never let go. Combine that with the way she looks right now, so free and wild, wild, wild.
    I just wanna bottle this moment up and save it forever.
    When she’s coming, I know it from the way her whole body trembles. Just as she flails in my arms I let loose a growl of possessiveness I don’t even know I’m feeling. Before I know it, I have her under me and I’m driving into her. She’s making little noises beneath me and I close my eyes as I come, letting out a shout. When I’m spent, I roll off of her and lay down beside her, breathing hard and heavy with exertion.
    “That was…” I can’t find the words. I glance over at her and see her staring straight up at the ceiling. “You okay?”
    Instead of answering, she rises off the bed and starts getting dressed.
    “Hey,” I protest, sitting up. “You don’t have to go.”
    She shakes her head, chocolate brown curls flying everywhere as she pulls on her jeans and then the sexy heels that stopped me in my tracks at the garage.
    As she makes to leave the room, she turns back and tosses a good-bye over her shoulder. “Thanks. That was the best oil change I’ve ever had. You get an A for your service.”
    Then she’s gone. Just like that, the girl I know I’ll see in my dreams for months to come disappears.
    I’ll always remember her name though. I’m the one who ran her check card through the machine when I rang her up at the garage today. Mea Jones. I’ll probably never see her again.
    For some reason, that thought almost brings me to the brink of devastation.
    Shaking my head to clear the memory, I haul up off the couch and walk down the hallway to my bedroom. The bed is empty, but neatly made.
    Mea’s gone. Again.
    With a heavy sigh, I head off to the shower. I have to open the