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clinging to him, adding to the urgency. Cary pressed, retreated, pressed until he was buried deep, as deep as he could go. He rode her hard, no rubber, no soft sex words, just savage, pounding need. Less than a shameful minute later he was coming, so hard and long that he shouted at his release, his head thrown back like a wild man, his hands knotted tight into the sheets beneath her, every muscle straining.
    When the spasms finally left him long moments later, he fell heavily onto her, incoherent, damn near unconscious. He thought he might have been breathing, but he wasn’t sure. Little sparks of pleasure continued to snap inside him, making him twitchy.
    An indeterminable amount of time passed before he became aware of Nora’s nose touching his shoulder, her deep inhalations, the restless way she moved beneath him.
    Oh shit!
    He’d just mauled her.
    Ravaged her.
    She hadn’t come at all, at least not that he’d noticed amid all his shouting and groaning and straining. He had, though. Hell, he’d blown like Mt. Vesuvius after an extended dry spell.
    And he hadn’t worn a rubber. Oh shit, oh shit.
    Cary swallowed. Sit up, he told himself, but he didn’t move. He wasn’t sure he could move yet.
    And then Nora whispered, “You smell so good,” and she nuzzled her nose against his sweaty shoulder again.
    With Herculean effort, Cary rolled to the side of her. Or maybe it was more that he flopped like a half-dead fish. Nora didn’t follow. She didn’t move at all. She just stared at the ceiling—and the damn silence suffocated him.
    Cary waited for his heart to slow just a bit more, then he choked down his embarrassment and said, “Yeah, uh, that didn’t go quite like I planned.”
    Silence.
    “That’s, uh, never happened to me before.” So lame.
    Her big eyes closed, shutting him out. “Sorry.”
    He did a double take. His brow cocked. “What’s that?”
    “I’m sorry. I told you I wasn’t good at…” Her hand moved, fluttered above the bed, then resettled on the mattress. “This stuff.”
    Oh, hell no. New energy flowed into Cary, enough that he could prop himself up on one elbow. Progress, he thought, as the tingling in his limbs faded. At least his mind was functioning again. He surveyed Nora, and liked what he saw. No, he loved what he saw.
    Her short hair was still slightly damp, in cute little curls around her face. Her cheeks were rosy. Little tremors coursed through her—the effects of going unfulfilled, no doubt. Her nipples were darkly flushed, still taut. Hmmm. “You’re kidding, right?”
    Her jaw worked before the words came out. “I can’t … can’t seem to …”
    Idly, as if he didn’t have a care in the world, Cary reached for her breast and toyed with her nipple. Her hands clenched and she moaned. “Nora, listen to me.”
    “I can’t.” Her whole body was rigid, stiff. “Not while you’re doing that.”
    Smiling, Cary put his hand on her belly instead. “Better?”
    She gave an adamant shake of her head. “No.”
    He didn’t move. “It was my fault, you know. You’re wonderful. Sexy as hell. I was going along just fine, prepared to see to you first as any gentlemen would do, then you gave that provoking little moan and I lost it. Kaboom. Control blown all to hell. You should be slapping my face. You should be cursing me. I’m a pig and a lousy lover and I made promises I didn’t keep.”
    Her head turned on the pillow and she stared toward him. Though Cary knew that without her glasses she couldn’t see him, her expression of incredulous disbelief was plain to see. “That’s nonsense.”
    He smothered a laugh. “Please tell me you don’t think I’m always such a selfish ass.”
    Her brows came down in a frown. “You were wonderful.”
    Cary slid his hand a little lower on her belly, until she caught her breath. His fingertips just touched her triangle of hair. “Wonderfully selfish.” And in a huskier tone, “I got inside you and you were so tight, so