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She cried out in triumph and came immediately when he drove home.
    He gulped for air and by some miracle kept his climax at bay. No decent ravishing ended with the lady having only one orgasm.
    “Oh, Rylan.” She sank back to the mattress. “That was spectacular.”
    “For starters.”
    Her laugh was breathless. “Oh, right. Your turn.”
    “Not yet.” And he began to move with slow, measured strokes.
    Reaching up, she cupped his face. “Are you showing off?”
    “Yeah. Do you mind?”
    “Not at all.” She stroked his chin. “Your beard’s silky.”
    “Good. I forgot about it.” Gliding in and out, he listened to her breathing. Still easy and relaxed. He wanted that to change.
    “You would have given me whisker burn?”
    “Yeah. Wouldn’t mean to.” He increased the pace and she began to pant. “I had to kiss you, taste you, nibble on your –”
    “I know. ” Clutching his shoulders, she rose to meet his thrusts. “I wanted you to. I didn’t care about your beard. But it was . . .” She gasped as he drove in deeper. “Erotic. Thrilling . . . oh, Rylan, there! Right there!” She arched upward with a cry.
    Her powerful orgasm teased him, taunted him, until his resistance evaporated. With a deep groan, he drew back and thrust forward to claim his release.
    Holding him close, her cheek pressed to his, she absorbed his tremors and murmured soft words he couldn’t hear. Even though he couldn’t make out exactly what she was saying, her tone conveyed the meaning, no problem. They’d found something special, something to cherish.
    As he drifted slowly down from the high of making love to Miranda, he felt dazed by the intensity of it. In spite of that, his mind was clear enough for two thoughts to penetrate the fog – he would hold onto Miranda for as long as she’d have him, and much as he loved his brother, he wouldn’t let Frazer muck this up.
    Beneath him, Miranda’s breathing steadied and her body relaxed. “Wow.”
    “Yeah.” He nuzzled the warm curve of her neck. “That about covers it.”
    “I never thought –”
    “Me, either.” And judging from the way his cock was reacting to her body heat, soon he’d be ready to do it all over again. “Stay here.” He eased away from her. “Be right back.”
    “All right.” She sounded amused.
    “I didn’t mean that like an order,” he called out from the bathroom. “If you want to get up, then –”
    “Why would I want to leave this bed when staying in it means I might get lucky again?”
    He laughed. “You think that’s a possibility?”
    “A distinct possibility.”
    “Are you okay with that?” He hoped so because he was in the process of pulling off the rest of his clothes.
    Her response was low and sultry. “Oh, yeah.”
    His cock twitched in response. “You’re good for my ego, Miranda.”
    “Backatcha. In fact, I’d like to turn on the light this time.”
    “Works for me.” A light came on in the bedroom as he finished undressing. “But I hope you’re prepared for a very aroused and very naked guy to walk out of your bathroom.”
    “I’m counting on it.”
    Laying his clothes in a pile on the floor, he stepped into the soft light of her bedside lamp and stopped, awestruck. A ravishment had definitely taken place here, although the image was blurry without his glasses.
    Her clothes were scattered on the floor next to the bed and her lavender comforter hung half on and half off the mattress. She’d turned back the lavender striped sheet and she lay stretched out on her side, her head propped on her hand as she gazed at him. A section of her long dark hair hung over her shoulder, partially obscuring her breasts. The peek-a-boo effect was more exciting than if she’d swept her hair aside.
    He stepped closer, his breath coming fast. “Damn, you’re gorgeous.” His gaze swept over the curve of her hip where the faint line of a bikini remained, probably left over from last summer. He’d seen her wear one a few