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the most of the small penetration he offered her. She wanted—needed—more, but the urgency of her body was too great. She had to come. Craved it more than the air she dragged into her lungs in ragged pants.
    He sank lower, supporting her with his thighs and slid his other hand down to join the first. Stroked her clit at the same time he finger-fucked her in hard, fast thrusts. Pleasure grew, flowing outward before tightening, coiling in on itself until it was wound so tight she gasped with the tension. It broke, and she cried out his name, liquid heat flooding her channel as she came long and hard in his arms.
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    She was, in a word, fucking amazing. Well okay, so maybe those were two words. Since Will could barely think straight at the moment though, he had sod all chance with counting. He held her still as she trembled and shook in his arms, the orgasm holding her in thrall. Despite the havoc it wrecked with his own body, he was evil and continued to stroke and tease her.
    He put aside the fierce ache in his balls and the painful throb of his cock in his pants in favor of seeing to the siren in his arms. She had to be a siren, there was no other explanation for it. Only a siren would be able to bewitch him the way she had, drugging him with her kisses last night until all he could think of was her, even long after she’d gone. Christ, he’d about rubbed his cock raw whacking off to thoughts of her.
    The way she clung to him, hands on his forearms and the damn sexy, soft moans she made almost shattered his control. A famous control, one he was known for on the pitch. Level-headed Will Peters, cool under pressure, calm in the heat of the moment. The man the rest of the team counted on to keep it together.
    Yeah… Right at the moment, he didn’t feel cool or calm and didn’t want to. Instead, he wanted to lose himself in the heat of the moment. To throw himself in the fire between them and wallow in it.
    Her tremors slowed and finally subsided until she rested, pliant, in his arms. The fierce need surging through him was tempered with a sudden tenderness, a feeling so strong that his entire body quaked with it. Where it came from, he had no clue. He’d never felt this intense need to hold a woman close and defend her from everything before, not even his ex-fiancée. The fact that he wanted to screw her brains out at the same time was as confusing as all hell.
    She turned her head, offering her lips on a little sigh, and he was a goner. The growl of need and desire rolled up from the very depths of his soul to escape his lips. Claiming her mouth in a hard kiss, he swept aside her defenses, parting her lips to drive inside and taste her sweetness again. She was indescribable. No more waiting. Tearing his lips away, he scooped her up in his arms. Petite and curvy, she fit in his hold as though she’d been made for him and him alone.
    He took the steps two at a time, her weight almost unnoticed in his haste to get her into his bed. Shouldering open the door, his steps slowed as he approached the bed. He stopped by the side and looked at her.
    Her eyes were dark in the shadows of the room, the only illumination the street lamp filtering through the blinds, and her lips were swollen from his kisses. With her dress still hiked up around her waist, the sweet cleft of her pussy playing peekaboo, she looked wanton and so fucking tempting.
    Before she could track his gaze and become embarrassed, he dropped his grip behind her knees and slid her down the front of his body. He cupped her bare ass in rough, callused hands, squeezing and molding the luscious globes.
    Her lips parted on a moan, an unconscious invite he wasn’t slow to take up. Swooping in, he kissed her again, his aim to make her as mindlessly breathless as he was. Sliding his tongue past her lips, he sought hers at the same time he pressed his hips forward. Pleasure coursed through him as his trapped cock pulsed strongly. God, if he didn’t get inside her soon,