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I’d never, ever felt anything like this. This chemistry with a lover. Total physical and mental harmony, no matter what our bodies weredoing.

Not evenclose.

I was totally lost in it when he gripped me by the back ofmyneck.

“You,” he said, nibbling on my bottom lip, “are a very bad girl, Jessa Mayes.” Then he smacked my ass again, hard, and I startedtocome.

“Brody…”

“No, you don’t,” he growled. “Notwithoutme.”

He held my hips and pumped up into me, and together we crashed over the edge… slamming together and collapsing back on the seat, entangled andconvulsing.

In the sweaty, tingling aftermath, I buried my face in the warmth of his neck, inhaling his manly smell; clean leather and the woods after a rain… fresh air andeverythinggood.

Once I’d regained use of my brain, I whispered, “We never saw thestars.”

Brody tightened his arms around me and murmured, “Justdid.”

ChapterTwenty-Four

Jessa

Brody peeledoff my shirt and my bra and lay me back on the leather seat of his truck, spreading my legs—and I loved it. I loved that after we’d had sex, he wanted more. That he was never in a hurry to get up and leave… and more, that I never felt the need to get up andleave.

This was new for me.Verynew.

I wondered if it was newforhim.

I also loved that look in his eyes. The way his gaze worshipped my body just the way his hands did… his mouth. That he knew when to give it to me fast and hard, to take over and use his strength to give me pleasure… and when to take his time, letting me catch up to him. He took his time now, rubbing his cock between my legs, slowly, just savoring the fact that he could. That we could finally,finallytouch this way. Naked… Nothing at allbetweenus.

He kissed my neck while he nudged my clit, just teasing me, warming me up all over again as that rush that only he could stimulate floodedmybody.

And soon, he’d fill me with his body. His tongue. His fingers. His cock, hard and thick, straining… finally easing intoplace.

He liked to watch my face as he took me. Liked to watch himself entering me, again andagain.

Liked to watch as he mademehis.

Except this time, he didn’tdothat.

He just kissed me, everywhere… eventually landing between my legs, exploring… learning every sensitive place on my body, insideandout.

“Aren’t you… tired?” I asked, playing with his hair, feeling like I should give him an out if he just wanted to lay back with me and catch hisbreath.

But he didn’t stop. He just fluttered his tongue in a way that made my eyes roll back in my head. “Don’t you wanna comeagain?”

I just watched him in awe, his gorgeous face between my legs, unable to even gather my thoughts to answer; he was blowing them all over the place with his patienttongue.

“No?” he teased. “You really look like a woman who could comeagain.”

“Ido?”

“Oh,yeah.”

Oh,yeah…

He nibbled my clit and I went spinning over the edge, helpless… bucking against him as he wrapped his warm lips around me and I went into free-fall, shocks of pleasure ripping throughmybody.