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a pulsating rhythm, sending him over the edge.  As he exploded inside her, her moans grew to enthusiastic cries of ecstasy, rising to a scream, long and loud, leaving him in no doubt she’d reached orgasm. Again and again!  She dropped back against the bed exhausted, her arms still around him.
     
    “That was wonderful.” She sounded totally sated. “You really are an incredible stud.”
     
    “Thank you.” He shifted to his side, drawing her against his chest. “You’re pretty incredible yourself.” She snuggled against him, giving in to the contented sleepiness overtaking her. Within moments, she’d fallen asleep.
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
    JENNA AWOKE WITH a start. It was dark and the surroundings seemed unfamiliar. Warm, strong arms held her fast against a muscular, definitely masculine chest. She glanced at the face inches from her own, his features illuminated by soft moonlight.
     
    Ryan. Posing as a stranger to realize her fantasy. Her heart melted. She’d been totally blown away by his actions. She hadn’t realized he’d even been paying attention when she’d told him about her fantasies. A part of her had started to believe he didn’t care enough to listen to her at all anymore.  He had truly surprised her, and such a delightful surprise.  In fact, she’d surprised herself. In their playacting, she’d found a side of herself she’d never known existed. She smiled at the memory of the brazen sex kitten she’d become. He had certainly liked that side of her.
     
    She stroked his whiskered cheek. She couldn’t believe how different he’d been last night. Almost like a true stranger.  A wonderful, sinfully sexy stranger.
     
    His eyes opened and her heart jolted at the loving look in his eyes.
     
     “Hello.” His throaty, sleepy voice sounded incredibly sexy.
     
    “Hi, there.”
     
    His arm tightened around her, drawing her closer. As her breasts came in contact with his hair-roughened chest, her nipples hardened.
     
    “Mmm. You feel so good,” he murmured.
     
    He nuzzled her neck and she felt her blood heat.  She nibbled his earlobe, but as her gaze flickered across his wavy hair, the blue digits of the clock flipped to the next minute, grabbing her attention.
     
    Four fifty-two.
     
    “Oh, no.” Damn, she had to get home. She had volunteered to drive seniors to a pancake breakfast at the community center in the morning. She couldn’t be late.
     
    “I have to get home. I have an eight o’clock appointment.”
     
    She still had to go home and shower and change.  She started to ease away, but he tightened his arm around her waist.
     
    “Hold on.” His lips brushed her forehead and the sweet contact weakened her muscles. “Surely, you have time for this.”
     
    His mouth covered hers and moved in sweet, silent persuasion, asking her to stay, asking her to forget about responsibilities and think only of him and the bliss she could find in his arms. When his tongue joined the urging by stroking inside her lips, she slumped against him. Her lips responded, moving against his, and her tongue joined the dance. Delicious sensations quivered through her body.
     
    Some small, sane part of her glanced at the clock again.
     
    Four fifty-six.
     
    “Mmm.” Her voice was muffled as she struggled to part her mouth from his. “I really can’t be late.” She put a little distance between them, then gave in to her weakness and kissed him again.
    He kissed along her jawline and nuzzled the hollow at the base of her neck as he prowled over her.
     
    “Are you sure you have to go right now?”
     
    She nodded, pleading in her eyes. If he kept this up, she’d melt into a puddle on the bed and let him have his way with her.  He sighed deeply. “Okay, but I’m letting you go under protest.”
     
    She wrapped the sheet around herself and tried to stand up, but he tugged at the fabric.
     
    “Hey, that’s not fair,” he complained. “If I can’t make love to you, at least let