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The air changed. Their connection amped up.

“Ty…” she whispered, forcing her eyes open as she tried to form words.

“Yeah?” he asked, still kissing her neck.

“I need you.”

He stilled for a moment, then grasped her bunched up dress. She happily sat up and let him tug it all the way off. Her bra disappeared next, followed by her panties.

When she fell back onto the mattress, her breasts bounced, and he sucked in a breath.

“Gorgeous…”

She smiled, running her hand up his strong chest. “Yes, you are.”

Muttering under his breath, he gazed at her, his eyes dark and heated.

Knowing that she could affect a man as tough and handsome as this Navy aviator empowered her like never before.

He dipped down, nuzzling the curve of her neck, then kissed a path down one breast before gently sucking the peak into his mouth. The feel, the motion, was so incredibly perfect, she arched up and moaned.

While he teased her other nipple with his wicked tongue, Piper cupped the back of his head and arched into him again. He made a sexy rumbling sound in his throat and thrust against her.

Breath hitched in her throat. She definitely liked that.

He released her nipple to draw back, and his smoldering gaze slammed into hers. “You like that?”

“What gave me away?” She brushed her thumb over his jaw.

Heat and humor lit his eyes. “You did.”

“Oh, right.” She caressed his lower lip with her thumb, needing to taste him again.

As if reading her mind, he brought his mouth to hers, kissing her deep and unhurried, stoking the fire that simmered inside. When he finally lifted his head and stared at her with so much raw need, she trembled.

“I can’t wait to be inside you,” he murmured and used his thigh to open her legs farther. His hand slowly caressed a delicious path south, then holding her gaze, he slid a finger between her thighs.

She cried out on the first stroke, uncaring how needy, ready and pathetic she sounded. It was incredible. His touch was magic, and sensations intensified so much she nearly lost it on the second stroke. So perfect.

“Ty.” She inhaled. “That feels…so good.”

He winked at her. “I’m just getting started.”

Then his mouth was on her skin, and he kissed a path over her ribs, her belly button, and hip. “Damn, Piper,” he murmured, gazing up her body. “You’re so beautiful.”

He palmed her thighs and wedged his shoulders between her legs, and her heart was pounding ruthlessly in her chest. “Ty…I need…”

She didn’t know what, just that she ached.

He knew.

The intuitive man leaned forward and lapped at her, ripping needy, low sounds from her throat. Piper didn’t care, not as long as he kept doing what he was doing. She shoved her hands into his hair and held him there as she pressed into him.

Then he added a finger, and she cried out, barely comprehending all the sensations, only knowing it felt perfect, so incredibly perfect.

And Ty seemed to be enjoying it just as much. A light sheen covered his shoulders as he continued to take her into the stratosphere.

Trembling, and with every muscle taut and seeking release, she clutched him, so close to the brink. He held her at the edge for a beat before increasing the pace and pressure, and his long, sure strokes sent her over the edge.

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