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around them, dragging her legs farther apart, splaying her wider. A slow caress up her inner legs followed. “Long, sexy legs.” His deep, throaty voice triggered a million goose bumps to scamper across her skin. Her nipples firmed into painful points.

He was doing it again, stoking the flame inside her with just words. But this time his sinful touch moved up her thighs, closer to her center of heat.

“Drew, please.” What was it about this man that stripped her of her strength, left her begging?

“What, Zoë? What do you need?”

“You.” The answer came out before she knew what she was saying. Dammit. She had to find some strength, something to hold on to. She felt like she was drowning. Helpless when it came to Drew.

“Only me?”

She braced herself. Swore she wouldn’t answer. But, yes, only him.

A shriek of surprise met his hand landing playfully against her ass. The next swat was firmer, sending fire and a warm sensation straight for her pussy. It felt so good.

“Only me?” he repeated, softly caressing the hot areas he had spanked. A few more slaps landed hard against her skin before he ran his fingernails across the offended areas, shooting pinpricks through her skin.

“Only you,” Zoë screamed, gulping down a breath of air. “Now fuck me.” She didn’t have to ask again. In one swift move he parted her folds and drove deep inside her. “OhmyGod.” The three words came out as one in a gush of air.

He was long and thick, stretching and filling her so completely. Fingertips burrowed into her hips as he held them immobile. She felt him tremble. His breathing was short, quick pants. He fucked her fast, hard and relentlessly. Flesh slapped flesh. The sound and the intensity with which their bodies came together made her wild. She threw back her head, her mouth parting on a cry.

A tingle and building pressure that suddenly drew tight low in her belly made her breath catch. The feeling was so exquisite. Beyond anything she had imagined.

“So slick. Wet. Friggin’ tight.” Drew’s voice was breathy. He pressed a palm to her abdomen. “Damn, woman, I can feel myself moving in you from the outside. You feel so good.” His pace quickened, hips slamming into hers, forcing his cock in and out with a heated frenzy. “Come for me, Zoë.” His palm smoothed down her belly, one finger touched her clit and she went off like a Roman candle.

Her back arched. She screamed. The cry couldn’t be contained if she had wanted it to. One after another, currents of ecstasy raced through her body, awakening every nerve. Blood pumped wildly through the chambers of her heart. Spasms struck unmercifully, causing her to jerk in his arms as he continued to thrust, wringing every sensation from her body. One last push into her and he stilled. A grunt and a deep groan filled the air. She felt a tremor shake him. Again he gripped her hips tightly, as if he thought she might try to get away, while his cock jerked, pumping the last of his seed.

With a small jolt he collapsed over her back. Her own legs felt like rubber. She locked her knees to avoid falling.

“Sonofabitch.” He released a heavy breath. “I never dreamed it would be this good.”

So much for her theory regarding fantasies being better than the real thing. Fucking Drew had surpassed what she had remembered or dreamed of these past years.

An engine roared as a Rhino tore over the hill. Their headlights danced up and down. Drew jerked Zoë around and behind his back as the sand car topped the hill. At one point they were bathed in light. His gaze darted around, looking for his shorts, which were nowhere to be found. He cupped his dick as the idiots grew closer.

“Everything okay here?” a male voice called out. His passenger chuckled.

Laughter bubbled up behind him. Zoë peeked from around him. “Fine. We’re fine.” She released another stream of laughter.

Drew shook his head. A sheepish smile crawled across his face. Damn fine predicament, caught holding his balls while the little vixen behind him laughed her ass off. “We’re fine. Thank you.”

“Fuck, man. We’re sorry.” But somehow Drew didn’t hear the apology in the man’s guffaws.

“Yeah. Yeah. Just cut the lights or get out of here so we can get dressed.” The moment was awkward. Still, Drew couldn’t believe how good Zoë felt. She robbed him of his senses, made him tremble uncontrollably as she rubbed against his back.