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SWEET GOD IN HEAVEN…

Will’s body finally stopped twitching and convulsing and he froze above Renae feeling a mortification he had never encountered before in his life.

There was no playing off what had happened. No pretending that the instant he had entered her he’d climaxed as fast as a thirteen-year-old who’d paid for the pleasure. Even as he called on every ounce of willpower he possessed to prevent it from happening, Big Ben quickly turned into Little Willy.

And Renae was making movements for him to get off.

Will rolled to the side and lay on his back staring at the ceiling. “Well, that was certainly unfortunate now, wasn’t it?”

He saw it as a good sign that she hadn’t immediately gotten up, put on her clothes and left without a word. He heard her head turn against the bedding as she looked at him. “Anticlimactic would have been my choice of words.”

He looked at her, unable to stop the grin that threatened. “Well, for one of us anyway.”

She began getting up and he gently grasped her arm and held her in place.

“Sorry. Bad attempt at humor.” He fought to catch the last of his breath. “Give me a moment, will you? I can’t possibly let you leave after putting in the worst performance of my life.” He swallowed hard. “God, I haven’t come that quickly since…well, never.” He looked at her. “At least not since I was six and first discovered my penis was capable of providing pleasure.”

“Six?” she asked with a raised brow.

“Mmm. I was a young starter.”

She rolled to her side and propped her head up on her hand. “And a quick finisher.”

He chuckled. “Very funny.”

She lightly shrugged her shoulders, causing her delectable breasts to bounce. “Until you prove differently, that’s going to be my story.”

“Your story?”

“Mmm-hmm. You’ll go down in my personal sexual history as Quick Withdraw McGraw.”

“Ouch.”

“You’re telling me.”

Despite the humiliation that threatened, Will found her easy banter putting him at ease. “What would be the female equivalent to what just happened?” he asked.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said quietly. “My reading a newspaper while you went about your business.”

“Now that would be downright rude.”

“Do you see a newspaper anywhere?”

Will considered the shadows playing against his bedroom ceiling. He hadn’t opened the vertical blinds from the morning and the room was dim and cool.

And the woman beside him was sexy and hot.

“Be a good bird and hand me another condom, won’t you?”

Renae blinked at him, then down at his growing erection. She lay back and reached into the drawer to get another square packet. “Are you sure you want to subject yourself to this again?”

He took the condom from her. “I think the question is are you game for another round?”

“Seeing as I can barely remember—oh!”

Freshly resheathed, Will rolled quickly back on top of her, pinning her arms above her head and allowing his gaze to roam over her deliciously shapely body. He spread her thighs with his knees then positioned the tip of his fully throbbing arousal against her once again. This time when he filled her, he took his time about it, absorbing her every shiver and quake…and keeping his own control tightly in check.

Finally he was into her to the hilt and she moaned. He kissed her mouth then pressed his nose against hers. “What was that you were about to say?”

Renae restlessly licked her parched lips, her heart thudding hard in her chest, her womb contracting to the point that she believed she might be on the verge of climaxing.

Considering that moments before she’d firmly believed that pillow-shock syndrome had struck hours too soon, the rush of physical need that suffused her muscles, and the sensational chaos Will was so easily re-creating in her, was…well…shocking.

And oh so nice.

He began stroking her with his manhood in a way few men knew how to, expertly skimming the head of his erection against her G-spot then withdrawing before plunging in and tilting his hips to hit her pleasure spot head-on again. Oh, nice was so not the word for the way she was feeling. Orgasmic was closer to the mark. Out of her mind with pleasure would also fill the bill. She curved her hands around his tight posterior and squeezed, holding him deep inside her for a moment longer and grinding her pelvis against his, cherishing the friction of his hair against hers.

Oh, yes. That was so much closer to what she’d expected. She moaned as he stroked her again. In fact, it was quickly surpassing it.

His hips stilled and she cracked open her eyelids, afraid he might have bailed before her again. Instead she found he wasn’t climaxing. Rather he was cupping her right breast then bending to run his tongue slowly along her distended nipple. Renae swallowed hard, unable to blink as she watched him swirl the tip of his tongue around and around then pull her nipple deep into his mouth, seeming to tug on some sort of invisible chord that linked her breasts to her throbbing sex. Without his having moved his hips she felt ridiculously on the verge of orgasm.

She stretched her neck and closed her eyes, trying to regain control. She wanted this to last. Wanted him to deliver on his promise to perform better the second time around.

She wanted to make the risk she’d taken by coming into his condo with him worth it.

He withdrew halfway then plunged almost roughly back in to the hilt. Renae’s back came up off the bed and a long moan escaped her throat.

Then before she knew it he was rolling so he lay on his back, her on top.

Considering she’d been on the verge of climax, she wasn’t sure she liked this change in position. At least not until he thrust upward and chased all coherent thought from her mind.

Bracing herself against his shoulders, she tilted her hips forward, then back. Oh, yes. That was so, so good. Will’s size practically guaranteed a girl a good time. Of course on the condition that he could actually maintain an erection. What good was a big member if you couldn’t keep it that way? But despite his unpromising beginning, the sexy E.R. doc was delivering everything and more than she had spent all day imagining.

Her stomach began trembling and hot, liquid fire exploded through her body. She gripped his shoulders tightly and threw her head back, riding the exquisite waves crashing through her like a trained surfer. Only not even she was prepared for the length and the power of her orgasm. As her muscles began to calm, she tried to calm her surprise at her incredible reaction. After all, when she’d handed him the second condom, she’d been devoid of any expectation.

Now…

Well, now that she’d just experienced what could possibly be the best orgasm of her life, she didn’t quite know how to respond.

“And?” Will asked, fondling her breasts.

Another shudder worked its way through her body and she smiled down at him.

“And that was definitely worth the risk of giving you a second chance.”

Damn, he was sexy. His hair always had a kind of just-got-out-of-bed look about it, but now that it had really been tousled, he looked like the worst kind of devil, grinning up at her with his lopsided, British grin.

She began to roll off him.

He stayed her with his hands on her legs. “Where do you think you’re going?”

She blinked at him. It was three in the afternoon and she hadn’t been back to her apartment yet.

“Oh, Miss Truesdale, I’m nowhere near through with you.”

She playfully widened her eyes. She’d been so enthralled by her own climax she hadn’t noticed whether or not he’d come again. “Oh?”

“Mmm. I figure since we’ve gone this far, we might as well go all the way.”

Renae found herself licking her lips in sweet anticipation. “Excuse me, but isn’t all the way what we just did?”

“Uh-uh.” He shook his head, his fingers drifting from her outer thighs so he could press the pads of his thumbs against the magic button between her legs.

Renae moaned.

“That was just the appetizer. And I fully plan for this to be at least a five-course meal.”

Renae gasped when he lifted her from his hips then coaxed her in the other direction so she still sat astride him, but facing his feet.

“Be a good bird and get me another one of those condoms, won’t you?”

Renae reached back and took out a handful of condoms. She let them rain down on his chest as she grinned in naked challenge. “Now make this bird sing.”

HUMPH. Seemed ironic somehow that while he was having such a hard time getting one woman in his bed, he couldn’t seem to get the other one out.

Will stood drinking an extra-large glass of orange juice from the doorway to his bedroom. It was past 6:00 a.m. Sunday morning and, a part of him told him, time for his bed partner to make a graceful departure. In the hopes of rousing Renae from the sleep of the dead, he’d already made about as much noise as he possibly could with absolutely no luck at all. Of course, his being halfhearted about actually wanting her to leave was something he preferred not to think about just then.

Instead he idly considered other ways he might go about chasing her from his condo even as he leisurely leaned against the jamb and took in her silhouette under the white top sheet. Damn, but she was beautiful. Most women didn’t fare a fraction as well within a few hours of him bringing them back to his place. But Renae… Well, Renae looked somehow even sexier after the hours and hours of great sex they’d shared. Her dark blond long hair was tangled, sure, but rather than looking like a nest where bats might consider taking up residence, it appeared soft and appealing, framing her tanned face just so. And while she hadn’t been wearing lipstick when he’d run into her in the parking lot yesterday, her lips still somehow managed to look seductively pink and wet, as if awaiting his kiss.

His gaze slid down her shapely body, which he knew was naked under the sheet. From the curve of her exposed arm, to the soft swell of material against her breasts, down to her curvy hip, he visually roamed. He glanced down at the front of his own shorts, surprised to find Big Ben chiming the hour once again.

He raised his brows. It had been a good long time since he’d spent so many unbroken hours having sex. And he couldn’t recall the last time he’d still wanted a woman this much after having had her myriad ways over more than twelve hours.

He moved his half-empty glass from one hand to the other then knocked loudly on the open door.

Renae smiled, cooed, then turned in the other direction, completely oblivious to his attempts to wake her.

Which had been the case for the last hour.

Will couldn’t resist stepping closer and peering over her shoulder at her completely contented expression.

Intriguing…

Especially when she blinked her eyes open, reminding him of how vividly green they were, and looked up at him. Her smile widened even farther as she rolled to her back and yawned. “Good morning,” she said, her voice husky.

“Yes, um, good morning to you, as well.” Will stiffened and absently rubbed his chin. “You weren’t planning on moving in here, were you?”

Renae turned her head to stare at him.

“Because, you know, if you are, I’d have to set some ground rules. Like no sleeping later than me. And—”

She grabbed a belt loop on his cargo shorts and tugged him forward. “No fear there.”

Will’s first reaction was to ask why. Then he remembered that he wasn’t supposed to want her in his apartment for reasons other than sex.

“Ah, yes, that’s right,” he said. “You already have a roommate.”

He remembered the other woman who lived directly upstairs. She had some kind of cat name. Tabby or Spot or something like that.

Then again, she wasn’t just a roommate, was she? She was Renae’s live-in lover.

Somehow over the past fifteen hours he’d forgotten about that.

Intriguing, indeed.

He blinked at Renae’s purely teasing smile. “Jealous?” she asked.

“Who me?” He pressed his lips together then shook his head. “No. Not in the slightest.” He handed her his glass of orange juice then jabbed a thumb toward the ceiling. “But someone else might be.”

She pushed up to a sitting position, causing the sheet to drape around her waist and baring her full and delectable breasts. Breasts that bore red patches from his considerable attentions the night before. He rubbed his freshly shaven chin and imagined himself slathering lotion all over her delicious skin.

“Are you talking about Tabitha?” she asked after she finished off the juice and handed him back the empty glass. He wasn’t sure he liked the secretive smile she wore. Well, okay, he liked it—a little too much if you asked his opinion—he just didn’t like that he didn’t know what had caused it. “That’s so not what our relationship is about.”

He bit back his instant query for her to explain what it was about, then reminded himself that he didn’t want to know.

This…Renae…them…this was a one-shot deal. As soon as she walked out the door, she wasn’t going to walk back through it again.

She lay back in the bed again and crossed her arms behind her head, her bare breasts jiggling in an all too enticing manner.

In order for that plan to work, however, he actually had to get her out the door.

She looked at him from head to foot. “You didn’t have plans this morning, did you?”

Will found his tongue suddenly altogether too big for his mouth. “No. You?” he fairly croaked, unable to pry his gaze from the engorged tips of her breasts.

She slowly pulled the sheet from the rest of her body, offering up even more delectable vistas as she smiled at him wickedly. “Oh, I think I can come up with one or two.”

Funny, but Will no longer wanted her to leave….