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about him, she’d learned from celebrity gossip sites. A lot of it wasn’t flattering, but none of it matched the man she’d met today.
    They only had tonight. Tomorrow, the ice would melt. She’d go back to her real life, and he’d return to his. And she’d always regret it if she didn’t take this opportunity. What had he said earlier, that when life pushed her outside her comfort zone, she rolled with it? Yeah. She was rolling with it tonight.
    She slipped her hands inside his shirt and ran them over his chest. His muscles tensed beneath her touch, and oh , there were a lot of muscles. She let her fingers trail down to the waistband of his jeans. Sam made a breathless sound that vibrated through her fingertips. His grip on her butt tightened.
    “You sure about this, Carly?” His voice had gone all low and scratchy, and holy hell, so sexy. “Because I don’t want to do anything you’re going to regret in the morning.”
    “I’m sure.” She looked up and met his eyes. “I’ve never felt like this before, Sam. I can’t even think straight, I want you so much.”
    No sooner were the words out of her mouth than he crushed her against him, kissing her like crazy. They fell to the floor on the plush rug in front of the fireplace, their bodies a tangle of arms and legs. She tugged at his T-shirt, and he yanked it over his head.
    She touched his left arm, admiring the tattoos that ran from his shoulder to his wrist. She hadn’t really had an opinion on tattoos until this moment, but Sam’s inked skin was about the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. Well, that and the gorgeous sight of his bare chest, all hard muscle with a smattering of chest hair leading down to the waistband of his jeans, strained in the front with a most impressive bulge.
    Sam lifted her shirt over her head, tossing it onto the rug beside them. Her bra followed. He kissed along her neck and over her chest until she was about to lose her mind.
    She moved closer, letting her knees slide down on either side of his hips. That bulge in his jeans pressed right where she needed it, and oh, it felt good. She rocked her hips against him, drawing a rumble of approval from Sam. He gripped her butt, urging her on, creating a delicious friction between their bodies.
    “More,” she whispered.
    He reached between them, sliding his hand inside her pants. His fingers skimmed over her skin, dipping inside her panties, and she whimpered. He stroked her with one hand while the other kept gripping her butt, moving her against him, allowing her to shamelessly use him for her pleasure.
    Heat built inside her, tightening low in her belly, making her pant and squirm as she ground her hips against his. He pushed two fingers inside her, and just like that, she shattered.
    “Whoa,” she whispered once she’d caught her breath. She opened her eyes to find Sam watching her, his blue eyes hooded, scorching her with his gaze.
    “That was fucking intense,” he said, then pulled her in for another kiss.
    His erection still strained against her, and now it was her turn to touch. She reached for the front of his jeans, running her palm over his hard length. He felt like steel beneath her fingers. She undid the button and pushed down his zipper, freeing him. He lifted his hips and scrambled out of his jeans. Now he wore only a pair of black boxer briefs, and holy hell, he was the image of perfection. All that tanned, toned skin. Every inch of him was hard.
    She slid her hands over his chest, reveling in the feel of his hot skin beneath her fingertips. When she reached his boxers, he sucked in a breath. She gripped him through the thin fabric. Desire blazed again inside her.
    Sam tugged her pants down her legs, and she kicked them off. Then they were entwined again, kissing, touching. His cock pressed against her, teasing her through that thin layer of cotton. She pushed down his boxers and took him in her hand, stroking him slowly from base to tip. He groaned, thrusting