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rational brain might be questioning getting felt up by a guy against the side of her house where any car driving by might see them, but the road had been mostly deserted all day and she honesty couldn’t bring herself to care.
    Dimly, Nia was aware her hips were undulating against his, feeling the hard length of his cock through their layers of denim, delirious with wanting to feel it moving against her, moving in her. His hands and lips worshipped her, drinking in her flesh with every kiss, every touch, and she felt more desirable than she had in...God, she didn’t know how long.
    She moved her hands down to grasp the bottom of his damp shirt and drag it up, revealing toned and corded muscles, gleaming in the bright sunlight. She cast the shirt aside and ran her hands over him, feeling the soft skin stretched over his hard body, enjoying the feel, the way he shuddered and panted with her every touch.
    He caressed her breasts again, one forefinger and thumb finding her nipple and rolling it in exquisite pleasure-pain while his other hand traveled between them to cup her mound.
    Niara gasped. Parted her lips, struggled to think of what she wanted to say. “The bag. There are condoms.”
    Brady paused his mouth by her throat and she could all but feel him smiling. “Not needed yet.”
    Damn it, why not? She blinked her eyes open to an assault from the bright sun overhead and moved so he was standing straight again, looking down at her. Blue eyes heavy-lidded and pupils dilated, he watched her sudden intake of breath and little shudder as he deftly popped open the button on her jeans and eased the zipper down. Her eyes grew wide and despite the happy flood of endorphins rushing through her and the yearning for his touch, tension gripped her. It was never like this with anyone, not even with Ron during their four year marriage—she never stood out in the daylight, pinned against the side of a house, with a man about to stick his hand down her panties while she watched.
    “We can stop,” he whispered, and pressed his lips to her temple.
    Oh to hell with that. “Don’t,” she returned softly.
    He met her gaze again, left hand still teasing her breast, right easing along the elastic band of her panties. “Don’t?”
    She was panting already and he’d barely touched her yet. “Don’t stop.”
    His lips descended on hers in a gentle, sensuous kiss as his fingers skimmed under her panties, over her quivering flesh, and eased into her slick warmth. He traced her slit once, twice, then the third time dipped deeper and grazed up to her clit.
    Her entire body shuddered, an electric charge working through her at the contact.
    Brady’s forehead pressed against hers as their lips parted. “Jesus, you feel good. You’re wet.” He moved against her clit again, harder this time, and her hips rocked against his hand.
    A chuckle rose but she was panting too much and it died in her throat. “All...” She swallowed—she didn’t talk about these things, didn’t admit these things, but damn if she didn’t want to, with him. “All fucking morning.”
    He kissed her again as his fingers caressed her slit, moving back and forth, back and forth, and then deeper. One finger sank into her, thrusting as she worked against him, and his other hand dragged the front of her tank top down and descended into her white lacy bra.
    A warm wind brushed over them but she felt little of it, consumed by his heat. Her nails bit into his arms, holding on as a second finger joined the first, pumping into her. So much sensation—she was so close, so damn close... “Oh God.”
    “Open your eyes,” he whispered and she did, looking up into his intense stare, his eyes dark with desire. His panting breath touched her lips and when his gaze traveled down, hers did as well—over his hand rolling her breast and rubbing her nipple, down over her belly to where his fingers were buried in her panties, working in her wet heat. Just inches away, his cock