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  He held her thighs so tight. “Baby…”

  “Feel that? That arousal? It’s for you. You did that. It’s yours. I get it now.”

  “You’re mine.”

  She nodded. “I’m yours.” She cleared her throat. “And it’s gonna hurt a little for a moment, and then it will stop, and the sun will come out and the stars will explode and the universe will align, and it will be perfect.” She slid herself over him again, leaving a puddle of her arousal.

  He moaned. “You are so damn perfect. I am so fucking lucky.” His finger slid closer and he immediately thrust one pointer into her swollen channel.

  She rose up, arched her back, and tipped her head back. If anyone would have told her two hours ago that she would be straddling Kyle’s chest so wantonly with her breasts jiggling erotically above him, she would have laughed them out the door.

  But here she was, and his fingers… God, his fingers…

  He added a second one, thrusting them into her, stretching her, scissoring inside her. A second later, his other fingers went to her clit, circling it, pressing against it, flicking over it. So much sensation.

  “You’re so tight, baby. Can you take another finger? I want to stretch you a bit.”

  She nodded, biting her bottom lip, fighting the orgasm that was about to destroy her. The orgasm she swore was not possible.

  He eased a third finger in, his other hand moving away from her clit. The stretch was tight, almost uncomfortable. His erection was probably bigger.

  His free hand went to her hip. He slid those three fingers in and out slowly as she adjusted to the stretch. “You okay, baby?”

  She nodded again, not meeting his gaze.

  “Look at me.” His hand gave her a squeeze, encouraging her.

  She lowered her gaze.

  “You’re so gorgeous. So fucking sexy. I’m the happiest man alive. I want this to be good for you. I don’t want to hurt you.” His face was tight with emotion.

  She reached behind her and set her hand on his erection, curling her palm around the length through his jeans. Yeah, he was big.

  He groaned, his legs drawing up. “Blaire…”

  She fumbled with the button and then the zipper. It wasn’t easy since she couldn’t see what she was doing. When she had the zipper lowered as far as it would go, she palmed his heated length through his underwear. The tip was sticking out, precome hitting her palm.

  He had stopped moving when she reached for his jeans, his fingers buried deep inside her. Now, he grabbed her forearm with his free hand. “Don’t move.”

  She held still.

  He pulled his fingers almost out of her and thrust them back in.

  Her butt lifted off his chest. Her sex was only a few inches from his face, but then again, he’d already sucked her there, so what did it matter?

  Another thrust. She gasped. The stretch switched to feeling so damn good. When he did it again, she cried out. And then he sped up the pace, the sound of her wetness filling the room every time he pulled out. It was heady. Naughty. Amazing.

  His thumb landed on her clit, forcing her to release his erection so that she could plant her hands on his shoulders and hold herself up. “Kyle…”

  He groaned. “Come for me, baby. Come on my chest, and then I’ll take you with my cock.”

  She wouldn’t have thought it possible, but she was mistaken. Her body shook, and when his next thrust was even deeper, spreading her wider, she let go. She cried out and then her mouth went dry. Her insides gripped him so tightly with every pulse.

  Suddenly, his fingers were gone, his hands were on her hips, and she was flipped onto her back. Her legs were shaking. She wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. She let them fall open and fought against her blurred vision so she could watch Kyle shrug out of his jeans and underwear.

  Damn. He was huge. Or at least he seemed huge. This was her first live penis. She was nervous, but she wouldn’t let him see it. Instead, she focused on his actions as he stretched across the bed, slid a drawer open on the nightstand, and then climbed between her legs rolling on a condom.

  She smiled. “You keep condoms in your drawer.”

  He returned the smile. “I bought them the first night you stepped into Corked and Tapped.”

  She giggled as she reached for his hips to draw him down. “Why do I not doubt you?”

  “Because you have no reason to.” He hovered at her entrance.

  “I’m going to want to explore every inch of you like you did me later.”

  “You’re welcome to.” He settled on his elbows and brushed a lock of hair from her face. “First, I’m going to make love to you. It’s going to hurt you, and that’s going to make me freak out a bit. And then I’m going to come before I can even pull out. And then we’re going to take a shower together. And then I’m going to hold your naked body in my arms and we’re going to sleep for a few hours. And then I’m going to be horny again and wake you up with my mouth. And then we’re going to make love again, and it won’t hurt as bad. And then—”

  She set her fingers over his lips, fighting the urge to laugh. “Got it. Lots of sex. Some resting. Got it. Do you have it scheduled to the minute? Is there a plan in the drawer where you keep the condoms?”

  He rolled his eyes. “Sorry. I’m nervous.”

  “Stop being nervous. I couldn’t be more ready. You’ve made my first time absolutely perfect. Make love to me.” She cupped his face, stroked his chin, held his gaze.

  He lined himself up at her entrance, his face contorted, his lips pursed, his eyes squeezing shut.

  She smoothed her hands up his fantastic back, smiling over the need to soothe him instead of the other way around. “Kyle, look at me.” He met her gaze. “Relax. People have done this from the beginning of time. We’re not going to be perfect this time, but the next one you wake me up for is going to rock the building.”

  He smiled. “Is it too soon to tell you I love you?”

  “Probably, but I’m not going to run.”

  He finally pushed forward, one slow inch at a time.

  She held his gaze and her breath, praying she could keep her face from contorting because she knew that if he thought he hurt her, he would be frustrated.

  She grabbed his ass cheeks, pressed her legs wider, and urged him forward.

  He slid in deeper.

  Yeah, it was tight. Extremely tight. She held her breath.

  “I’m hurting you,” he gritted out.

  She shook her head. And then she jerked her hips up, forcing him almost all the way in.

  He sucked in a breath.

  She gasped. It hurt. Not a lie. He was huge. She was not. But she was intelligent enough to know her insides had not really been ripped out. It would pass in a moment. “Finish,” she breathed out. “Kyle, dammit. All the way.”

  He thrust forward on her demand, his erection now fully seated as deep as possible.

  She sucked in a sharp breath and willed herself not to make a sound, fighting the blurred vision at the edges. The pain was sharp, but it was also fleeting. Seconds later, she knew she was fine and she blew out her breath and met his concerned gaze.

  His hands were on the sides of her face, stroking her. He opened his mouth.

  She shook her head. “Do not say you’re sorry. Give me a second.”

  He nodded and closed his lips. His face was strained, and she knew he was fighting the need to move. To come.

  Finally, when she was certain she could do this, the pain transformed into a friction that made her need more. She was so full, and now she needed him to move. She arched, tipping her head back, exposing her neck. “Kyle…” she moaned.

  “What?” He sounded concerned.

  “Warning. I’m going to double my record as soon as you move.”

  He groaned at her admission, and then he finally slid almost out of her.

  “OhGod. OhGod.” She dug her fingers into his butt cheeks. “That. Is. So. Good.”

  His forehead came d
own to connect with hers, and he thrust back inside her.

  She gasped. Holy shit. She could not have imagined sex would be this good. Not ever, and certainly not the first time. Her body stiffened as she fought against the orgasm slamming full steam ahead.

  “Jesus, Blaire. You take my breath away.” His words were clipped, strained, and then he picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of her, every nerve ending inside her begging for more.

  Her channel was clenching him tighter all on its own, and that increased the sensations. She screamed out of joy and frustration. So close. It was almost too much.

  Kyle held her face, kissing her everywhere. “Blaire. God, baby.” He kept thrusting until suddenly she exploded, a different kind of orgasm taking over her body. An orgasm she had never experienced before. It was deeper. Bone-shuddering.

  Kyle called out her name seconds later on one final thrust that he held deep inside her. His body shook, lurching forward over and over. Time stopped. There was nothing but white noise and pure pleasure. Heaven.

  Chapter 9

  Blaire couldn’t move a single muscle or utter a syllable. For a long time, Kyle hovered over her, still deep inside her. Finally, he groaned as he pulled out. He winced as he pushed off her. “Don’t move.”

  There was no chance of that. She watched his back as he padded into the attached bathroom in a bedroom she had not paid any attention to yet. She didn’t even know the color of the sheets she was lying on.

  When he returned a few minutes later, he held a wet cloth in his hand, and he set it gently between her legs and carefully cleaned her up. She didn’t have the energy to be embarrassed.

  Finally, he tossed the cloth on the floor, crawled back onto the bed, and tugged the comforter over her shivering body. He wrapped himself around her, one leg tossed over hers, one arm across her belly, his head resting on his palm. She couldn’t imagine how he had the strength to hold himself up.

  He was smiling. “There are no words.”

  She returned the smile. “Not in the English language,” she agreed.

  His hand slid up over her breast and then to cup her face. “I know this is crazy fast, but this is it for me. You and I. This is it. Forget Saturday nights. You’re never leaving.”

  She giggled. That seemed both preposterous and true at the same time.

  “Blaire, I’m dead serious. You’re mine.”

  She sobered, meeting his gaze. “Okay.”

  “And there’s no way I’m going to my parents’ house tomorrow without you. Hell, I’ll probably introduce you as my fiancée.”

  She rolled her eyes. “That would freak them out.”

  “But you’ll go, right?” He leaned in to kiss her shoulder and then her neck. “You’ll go with me.”

  “It’s your family, Kyle. That’s huge.”

  “This.” He looked around the room. “This is huge. This is monstrous. This is also right. My family will love you.”

  “You can’t tell them we met last night and had sex all night and now we’re in it for life. They’ll think we’re crazy.”

  “We didn’t meet last night.”

  “Semantics.”

  “Nope. It’s true. I’ve known I wanted you for months. And you’ve been following me with your eyes just as longingly the entire time. We’ll keep the story light. We’ve known each other for six months. We just realized how serious it was recently.”

  She giggled. “Like nine hours ago recently?”

  “Something like that. They’ll never know.” He stroked her face again. “You’ll tell me every single thing I don’t know about you by the time the sun comes up, and then we’ll never miss a beat.”

  The laugh she let out that time was devious. “That isn’t going to happen. I’m going to fall asleep. You just made me orgasm four times. I can’t move a muscle, including my lips. Whatever you need to know, I’ll tell you in the car.”

  His face lit up. “We’re going to be one of those weird couples everyone whispers about because we got married three months after we met.”

  She groaned. “They’ll think we don’t know each other well enough.”

  “Yeah, but they’ll also see the way we look at each other and know.”

  Blaire reached up to cup his cheek, holding his gaze, still shocked at the intensity in it. “Yeah,” she breathed. “They’ll know. But let’s maybe not mention how fast this is moving tomorrow to your family, and freak everyone out.”

  He turned his face toward her hand and kissed her palm. “So, you’ll come? Yes?”

  “Yes.” Damn he was gorgeous when he was happy. She cupped his face again. “You’re totally serious.”

  “I’m so serious that if I had a ring in my apartment, I would put it on you now.”

  “You don’t have one in the drawer with the condoms and the minute by minute seduction plans?” she joked.

  “Nope. Should have thought of that. Speaking of which, the next thing I want to experience is sex without a condom. Would you be okay going on the pill tomorrow?”

  “I don’t think they’re open tomorrow.”

  “Fine. Friday.” He kissed her soundly. “I’ll let you rest, but I don’t want to turn the light out. I want to watch you sleep. I want to memorize your features. I want to make sure this isn’t a dream.”

  “I’m pretty sure it’s real. I’ve dreamed of this a dozen times, and in none of my dreams did I ache all over inside and out.”

  Another grin. “Good point.” He lowered his head. “I would apologize for hurting you, but I’m pretty sure you got over it so fast and swung the other way on the pendulum so far that you don’t even remember.”

  “Fact.”

  He kissed her again and then eased his head down next to hers.

  She listened to his breathing for several seconds before she slid into unconsciousness, and she was fairly certain she heard him say “I love you so much” at the last second.

  Chapter 10

  Kyle set his hand on her thigh as he pulled into a residential neighborhood. That was when she realized her knee was bouncing up and down. He squeezed. “They’re going to love you.”

  She chewed on her lower lip. “Yeah, that’s not really my concern. I’m not this extroverted. How many people did you say will be there?” She smoothed her sweating palms over the dress she wore. Kyle had taken her home a few hours ago to let her change into some sort of meet-the-family dress and fix her hair and at least add a bit of makeup.

  Luckily, her roommate had already left for her parents’ house. The last thing Blaire had wanted to do was explain Kyle to her for an hour. They could cover that next week when Shelly got back.

  “Have I mentioned how fucking sexy you are in that dress?”

  “A few times.” And she had enjoyed it every time.

  “It’s just that I’ve only ever seen you in jeans.”

  She glanced at his khaki pants and navy, button-down shirt. “I’ve only ever seen you in jeans too. You look delicious. And…” She leaned into his line of sight when he came to a stop sign.

  He lifted a brow.

  “And I’m going to expect you to make good on that rain check you promised this morning when we get back to your apartment.”

  He groaned. “Great. Now I want to go back there right now. You’re right. Family is overrated. You can meet them at Christmas.”

  She chuckled as she set her hand on his thigh, precariously close to his permanent erection, and squeezed. “Be good.”

  A few minutes later, Kyle pulled in front of a gorgeous two-story home that had about seven cars in the driveway and street already. “Looks like we’re the last to arrive,” he commented. He jumped out, rounded the front, and opened her door.

  She was still trying to get her wits together, and he smirked as he leaned across her and unbuckled her seat belt. He even hesitated before dipping back out, kissing her gently on the lips. “Everything is going to be perfect. Give me credit. I know you. I won’t leave you alone for a second.”

>   “Uh-huh. It’s Thanksgiving. Somehow I picture you lounging in front of a television with your dad and your uncle while the women in your family grill me to death.”

  He shook his head. “Nope. I won’t let it happen. I promise.”

  She took his outstretched hand and let him tug her out of the car. He set his hand on her back as he led her to the front door, then opened it to let them in.

  A woman who could only be Kyle’s mother, with his coloring and eyes and smile, came around the corner. She was beaming. Her gaze went from Kyle to Blaire. “You’re here.” She looked so happy. When she got closer, she touched Blaire’s cheek with her fingertips. “So nice to finally meet you, Blaire. Welcome.”

  Blaire knew Kyle had spoken to her about bringing a date while she was in the shower, but she was pleasantly surprised when his mother ushered them into a large great room and said, “Everyone, this is Kyle’s girlfriend, Blaire.”

  Yeah, this was going to be fine. Blaire’s body relaxed and her pulse slowed down to a reasonable pace. Every face was excited and eager to meet her.

  Kyle threaded his fingers in hers and dipped his head to whisper in her ear. “See. You’re mine. They already know it.”

  Yes, she was. It might have been fast and furious, but she was his.

  In every way.

  Forever.

  Enjoy the following excerpt from Devin, the next book in the Corked and Tapped series.

  “Is this your full-time job?” he asked, his fingers brushing hers as she returned his glass.

  She lifted her face. “Nope. I’m seasonal. I help out during the holidays.”

  He cocked his head to one side. “What do you normally do?”

  “I’m a grad student, studying economics. I work as much as I can during my breaks to pay the bills.”

  His eyes widened. “Economics?”

  She smirked and rolled her eyes. “Don’t look so surprised. There is a brain inside my pretty little head. I promise.”