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She slid off when he stopped, removing her helmet and reaching for his hand. He kissed her hard, getting off the Harley and backing her toward the door. She threw her arms around him, pressing her thighs against his legs, her stomach against his body, and let him take her inside.

To feel his body, his muscles, his bones, his hands move against her was exciting and hot. She'dnever been that close to him. In all her fantasies, the real deal was so much more arousing.

All the leather and denim he wore rubbed against her. She shivered, keeping in contact with him.

He slammed the door, dropped his duffle, and freed both hands to put them on her ass, picking her up. She gripped his hips with her legs and locked her arms around his neck. Seeking his mouth, she captured his lips, kissing him deeply like he had done to her.

When he set her down in his bedroom and slid his hands up her shirt, she raised her arms. She'd lived half her life in a swimsuit and was comfortable in her skin. Having him see her naked was exciting and new, another sign that what happened tonight wasn't a figment of her imagination.

She pushed his vest off his shoulders. He stepped back and put his weapons on the dresser, folded his vest in half, and unlaced his boots with more patience than she was feeling.

She stretched to her tiptoes the moment he straightened, grabbing his head.

He crushed her to his bare chest, owning her mouth. She kissed him in desperation to make up for the short time they had wasted.

Dio unfastened her chaps and her jeans and stripped everything from her without taking his mouth off her. Her breathing mixed with a moan as she clung to him, not letting go.

He took her down to the bed and lifted his head, looking down at her naked body. She stretched, wanting to be enough for him.

Trailing his hands up her ribs, he cupped the sides of her breasts. Her rapid breathing left her lightheaded. Drunk on the attention he gave her, she stroked his whiskered cheek, letting him ogle her body.

He squeezed, moved, molded, and worshipped her breasts. Warmth filled her, taking the chill of the night off her. All the feelings he brought out of her were strange but welcoming.

This was her Dio.

He touched parts of her that he'd never touched before. Dio belonged to her.

She shuddered. Overwhelmed with everything happening to her after years of wanting him.

He looked into her eyes and stilled. "Okay?"

"I want to touch you." She swallowed hard, surprised at how husky she sounded. "I want ..."

His head tilted, studying her. She moistened her lips. It was hard to say what she wanted, when she had a wild craving to do everything at once.

"I want to love you like nobody has ever loved you before," she whispered.

"How much experience do you have, princess?"

Her heart raced. She wanted to lie and assure him that she was prepared to have sex with him. Afraid that if she confessed that he was the first one, he'd change his mind and send her away, she hesitated.

"Has anyone touched you here." He put his hand between her legs.

She forced herself not to squirm. "Yes."

Travis, a boy in her English class, had takenher to homecoming her sophomore year. She'd let him put his hand up her dress before he took her home. The act had done nothing for her but had started her curiosity about orgasms, and she'd learned to give herself one soon after.

"Have you had sex?"

He'd soon find out if she lied, so she told him the truth. "No."

His gaze softened. "Is this something you're ready to do tonight?"

"Yes." Her stomach fluttered. "I want that and everything else."

His lips tightened. "Everything else?"

She'd seen that look before when he was trying not to laugh. It wasn't her fault that she was younger and more inexperienced than him. But she was willing to have a healthy sex life with him.