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his tongue in her mouth, sharing the kiss, brushing her lips against his, and gave one final shudder.
    “Beautiful. Just…oh…beautiful.” His body tensed, stiffened against her and after three more long strokes, he shuddered, releasing his seed into the condom in pulsating spits. Mari reveled in each spasm.
    He collapsed on top of her. She didn’t move her ankles from where they’d been hooked around the backs of his legs, but she relaxed her grip on his shoulders. His weight was delicious. He covered her completely. Mari wasn’t used to feeling frail and feminine, but this man was a good balance.
    She ghosted her fingers over his back. He shivered, and goose bumps popped up beneath her fingers.
    “Am I too heavy?” he whispered hotly in her ear.
    “Don’t move.”
    “I don’t think I could if you wanted me to.” She felt the crease of his cheek as he smiled against her face. “I kinda like it here.”
    He slid his hands underneath her and wrapped her up tight. Damn, that felt good. She stopped tickling his skin and started lightly scratching, dragging her fingernails along the new wave of goose bumps.
    He planted his mouth on a tender patch of skin right below her ear. His tongue painted a wet circle, his teeth worried it, then he sucked it into his mouth.
    Had any other man attempted to mark her, she would have threatened castration, but after what she’d experienced with Marcus Pearson, it seemed only natural to end the tryst with the juvenile hickey.
    “Bastard.” She tried not to smile.
    “Couldn’t help it,” he murmured. “You taste damn good, and I’m hungry.”
    That’s right. She’d planned on making dinner before this…distraction. “So am I. Would you like to…?”
    Mari’s eyes widened, and her hands stilled on his back. What the hell was she doing? Inviting him to stay for dinner? She couldn’t have this man in her house eating a completely innocent meal! Blood drained from her face, then rushed back to heat her cheeks with a blush. You’re one whacked out chica. You just had amazing sex with this man, three orgasms, for God’s sake, and now you’re too scared to cook him dinner?
    “It’s okay, Marienna.” He reached down and held the condom as he pulled out. “I’m not expecting anything—”
    “No, it’s not that. Not really.” She waited until he tied a knot in the condom and tossed it in the bedside trashcan before rolling against his side. “I want you to stay. I just didn’t know if you’d want to. I mean…” She gathered her thoughts, trying not to sound like a clingy psycho lay. “I don’t want you to think I’m trying to make more of this than you…”
    “Marienna, this is all new to me too. I’ve never slept with a stranger.” She tried to hide her relief, but he had to have seen it, because his lips quirked in a smile. “If it’s awkward for you, I can leave. No hard feelings. No regrets.”
    “That’s the problem. It should be awkward.” She fanned her fingers over his dark chest hair. “But it isn’t.”
    He grinned, a cocky tilt to his lips. “So you’ll let me stay for a while?”
    “I thought a guy was supposed to buy a girl dinner before he got in her pants.”
    He rolled on top of her, kissing her through his laughter. “It’s too late for that. We’re doing things a little backward.”
    She squealed beneath his tickling hands. “Okay, okay. I’ll make dinner, but you owe me dessert.”
    “Mmm.” He sent his tongue deep into her mouth, licking her tongue like it was a melting Popsicle. “I know just what I want for dessert.” He pulled her upright and handed her his T-shirt. “Just that. Nothing else.”
    She didn’t argue. The fabric held his scent and draped over her skin, brushing her nipples. He nodded his approval, then pulled on his boxers.
    She threw together a stir fry. Marc wasn’t much help in the kitchen. He followed her around, kissing her neck, grinding his hips into her ass, and asking, “Can we have