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and she felt a drop of wetness against her thigh. He moved away, and she heard the ripping of foil. “I hope you’re ready. I don’t think either of us can wait anymore,” he said on a vehement whisper.
    She felt his weight on top of her again and almost wept with gratitude. She felt him brush against her, his hardness tracing her entrance the way his tongue had traced her lips. She started to move, but he stilled her.
    â€œSlowly,” he cautioned, and the feel of his stomach against hers, his hips against her inner thighs, was enough to hold her for a second. “Slowly, then it won’t hurt so much.”
    She could feel the slow movement of him inside her, filling her by inches, retreating, stroking the now insanely sensitive flesh between her thighs. Pain blurred with intense, consuming passion.
    â€œJosh,” she whispered, in harsh, panting gasps.
    â€œAngela.” With a smooth, gradual motion, he filled her, pushing in until he was buried as far as he could go.
    She felt him brush against her clitoris, and she shuddered. She felt…filled was the obvious word, but at thesame time it was woefully inadequate to describe what she was feeling. She felt like her body was on fire…like it was brimming to the point of exploding. She was breathing in quick inhalations. Her body started to move of its own accord, moving sinuously against him, feeling the stroke of his erection as if it were a lever that activated waves of pleasure across her whole body.
    She was moving faster, mindlessly, and she felt him pushing harder against her. With each joining, she felt closer to him…felt the repeated brush of him as a new shock of sensation ripped through her. She was hurtling toward something. She didn’t know what she was experiencing, but at this point, it was so overwhelming that she didn’t care. She couldn’t process. She could only hang on for the ride.
    Suddenly, a sensual wave hard as a punch flooded through her body. She felt the muscles between her legs clench as she wrapped around him, trying to draw him even deeper into her. “Josh!” she screamed, clawing at his back, flooded by the pleasure of it.
    He drove into her, and the wave redoubled, shaking her to the core. “Angela,” he responded, then drove into her again, sending echoing pulses with each pounding movement against her body.
    She felt like she’d had the wind knocked out of her. Her body was one quivering nerve. He collapsed on top of her, and she cradled him, stroking his back, comforting him even as she felt overwhelmed with…awe. There wasn’t any other word for it.
    After a few moments, he leaned up heavily on one elbow. “Angela?” His voice was tentative, and he moved a wayward lock of hair away from her sweat-soaked forehead. “Are you all right?”
    All right? She wasn’t sure. No, all right was too tepid a phrase for what she was feeling at that moment.
    â€œI’m…” She paused. Then she brought her arms up around his neck again, pulling him down to her. She pressed her lips against his, trying to say with the most tender kiss possible what she didn’t have words for.
    â€œThank you,” she breathed.
    Now I won’t have to die a virgin.

2
    J OSH SNUGGLED deeper into the blankets. Every breath he took was scented with her…a mix of some floral fragrance and baby powder. Eau de Girl, he thought with a smile.
    She’d been incredible last night. He hadn’t had a bout of pleasure that powerful in he couldn’t remember how long. He clutched her a little tighter, marveling at her pliancy, the softness of her body…
    Wait a second.
    He did more than clutch. He squeezed, hard. Then he sat bolt upright, and turned on the light. After a second’s blindness, he looked down to see he’d been holding two pillows in a comfortable embrace.
    â€œWhat the…?”
    Here he was, fantasizing, while the woman he