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“You’ll need all of them.”
    His searing look scorched her every nerve ending. A guttural sound escaped him. In one motion he swept her into his arms and carried her easily into the bedroom. His muscled arms around her gave the comfort she sought and soon he’d provide the sexual fulfillment she needed.
    Rico lowered her to the bed and she parted her legs, allowing him better access. He took it, rolling his hips into her, giving her the full effect of his erection. She circled her arms around his neck, kissed him fiercely and drew him completely onto her.
    He pushed her dress past her hips and stroked her inner thigh achingly slow. Each stroke higher than the last until she wanted to say just go for it. But the waves of pleasure he created engulfed her. She could only lie back and enjoy. His fingers touched her panties then slipped under the silk to her soft flesh, and her hips arched. He removed his hand. “Put it back,” she demanded.
    “Like that do ya?” he said, rising up to see her face.
    “Mmm.” She nodded. “More.”
    He did as he was told.
    Olivia slid her hands down his back until she reached his jeans. She jammed her fingers under the cloth, as far as she could, and squeezed his very tight butt.
    Rico’s fingers parted her folds. Her body instinctively rose to his touch. “I—I like that better.” The words floated out on a sigh of pleasure. One, then two of his long fingers slipped inside, moving rhythmically. Oh! He was good at this. Really, really good.
    Her hands left his ass to grapple with the snap on his jeans. “I want to…touch you. Hold you.” She was having trouble breathing.
    He moved slightly, giving her room to access what she wanted. Her trembling fingers managed to undo the snap but failed with the zipper. Olivia found his erection and squeezed. “I like this too.” His noisy intake of breath and shudder gave her pleasure. She grasped him tighter and stroked.
    “I want you.” His smooth voice was replaced with a hoarse tone.
    “Yes, now,” she pleaded, her voice raw from panting.
    Rico stood, and the separation of their bodies drew an involuntary gasp from Olivia. She heard his shoes drop and she levered up enough to watch him strip off his jeans. Her gaze roamed over him, enjoying the view.
    Rico peeled her panties away. She fell back raising her hips, expecting him to enter her. When he didn’t, she lifted her head to see him covering himself with a condom.
    “Hurry,” she begged.
    “Yes, ma’am.” He yanked her to the edge of the bed, pressed between her legs and slid inside. They both hissed in a loud breath. Olivia always savored that first long stroke, especially with a new lover, but this was insanely good.
    He moved slowly, thrusting deep. She coiled her legs around his hips, moving her body in a faster rhythm.
    “Faster,” she breathed, “and harder.”
    “I’ll finish.”
    “So will I.”
    “Ahhh.” His voice quivered and he did as she asked.
    “Oh.” Her breath caught. “Oh.” She grabbed fistfuls of his shirt as her stomach wound tighter and tighter. Her body bucked and convulsed under him, releasing fire and ice into every molecule of her body and pushing her world off its axis.
    She closed tight around him, pulsing. Rico’s fingers dug into her hips. His movements quickened and he found his rhythm. She wrapped her legs around his hips as his body arched, tensed and shuddered with his own release.
    Someone growled. Him, her, she didn’t know. Her blood pounded so hard and loud in her head she couldn’t be sure.
    “Hang on.” He slid an arm under her and moved them to the center of the bed. Breathless, he collapsed onto her. The weight of his body and the fact he was still semi-hard heightened the fog of pleasure blanketing her. The act lasted less than a minute and yet her senses reeled, every inch of her skin tingled and she felt completely satisfied.
    He buried his face in the crook of her shoulder, gulping in air. “I’ll…get off