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She woke with strong male arms wrapped around her and a comforting warmth surrounding her. Fin smiled as memories of the night before hit her.
And then the nerves came.
She had never just jumped into bed with a man before. She had no idea what to do now.
Dark eyes opened and stared at her. “Good morning.”
He stretched, inadvertently pressing hard male muscles against her.
Telltale tingles started low in her stomach. Yes, she liked waking up with Virat Patel.
Virat had been a wonderful lover. She’d never been with a man as considerate as the one now watching her. The nerves slipped away.
It was Virat. And he would never do anything to hurt her. She brushed a hand against his cheek. “It’s pretty early.”
And they had one more condom. Nikkie Jean had slipped four striped and polka-dotted ones into Fin’s bag with an evil grin that day. Fin had shoved them into her dresser drawer and forgotten about them.
They’d used three the night before. She’d never made love three times in one night before.
She shifted. Pressed against him, until she could feel him scorching her naked skin.
His eyes flared. The hand he had on her waist tightened and then slipped down to her knee. He pulled her knee up to rest on his hip. Putting himself right where she wanted him.
“We have one condom left,” he said.
She shot him her wickedest grin. “For now.”
And then he kissed her again.