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    “I’m even better at this,” I told her, right before I entered her.
    Isabella let out a short gasp followed by a long moan of pleasure as she wrapped her mile long legs around my back and dug her heels into my ass. This spurred me to go deeper. Dropping my mouth to hers, I licked at the seam of her lips, hoping she’d let me in. She did not disappoint. As she opened up, I touched the tip of my tongue to hers and felt her smile against my mouth. My heart tripped in my chest as I pulled out of her heat and plunged back in. Each time I did this she made a sexy sound in the back of her throat.
    “You feel so fucking good wrapped around me,” I whispered against her lips.
    “UmmmmHmmmm,” she replied.
    I felt the tingling of a mammoth orgasm building at the base of my spine. I wasn’t ready to come yet, so I took a deep breath and tried to squelch it. I wanted to slow down the train for once and actually look at the scenery. Of course, right as I decided this, she had to go and make that sexy, fuck me noise in the back of her throat again. Before I knew what was happening, pleasure as I had never imagined bolted straight up my spine and out the tip of my cock. What-The-Fuck? I was coming and I had absolutely no control over it. Not wanting her to completely miss the boat, I gripped the top of the mattress under her head and powered into her. When she belted out a lusty female roar, relief coursed through me and all I could do was ask myself, what in the hell just happened ?
    Ten minutes later, we were all cleaned up and back in her bed. She was wrapped snugly around me. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I hated cuddling after sex. In fact, I hated after sex anything. I never spent an entire night with a woman… ever. This might seem messed up, but I had my reasons. Tonight, however, I wasn’t panicking like I normally did after sex. I didn’t have the familiar compulsion to run out the door, at least, not until I had her one more time… or two… or three . Deep, long breaths against my chest let me know Isabella had drifted off to sleep. I lay there thinking about the night and how unexpected it all was. Yes, Isabella Fisher was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, but she was so much more than a pretty face. She had an inherent kindness about her that glimmered from the inside out. All of my instincts screamed “Protect her.” But from what? I had never met anyone who affected me this way. I had no clue as to what to do with this unexpected bombardment of emotions.
    Sometime later, I woke. The clock on the bedside table read three a.m. For a minute I didn’t know where I was and then I caught the scent of flowers, citrus…and sex. Isabella. I had never allowed myself to fall asleep in any bed except my own before. I never knew when my nightmares would return. Lately they had been manageable, but that didn’t mean they had gone away. The only time I had consistently kept them at bay was during my four year stint in the Army, and the only reason for that was sheer exhaustion.
    My cock ached with the need to get inside of this woman again. Not wanting to overanalyze it, I did the next best thing. I focused on my dick instead of my brain. Rolling Isabella from her side to her back, I lined my cock up and gently glided inside. Her warmth squeezed around me and I couldn’t help but let out a low groan of pleasure.
    When she arched up into me and sleepily moaned my name, I almost shot my load again. What is it with this woman and premature ejaculation?
    “Shhh, baby, just feel me,” I whispered in her ear.
    That sexy throat noise was her only answer. Fuck, this woman was like sexual crack, and I was a junkie. The more I had her, the more I wanted to keep her. Not gonna happen . Once again, her tightness squeezed around me and the noises she made when I was balls deep inside her….set me off.
    Two hours later, I had snuck away like a thief in the night and was halfway back to Charlotte,