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Finally breaking the kiss, Giada swiftly positioned herself to ride him.
Kentucky
could sense her eagerness. He relished it. It was a good thing she was already tropical, because he really was big all over, and thus the extra lubrication was needed to increase her comfort level.

“Be careful with that, baby,” he cautioned. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I can handle it.” Giada looked up at him in challenge. “I can handle it all,” she said, pushing downwards until they were joined to the hilt. They both moaned loudly at the intimacy that ensued.

Kentucky
gave her an intense stare. He liked the way she’d fearlessly taken him on and in. He wanted to devour her now. “Come here, baby,” he said, pulling her closer to him for a ravenous kiss. Timing that moment perfectly,
Kentucky
thrust his tongue into her mouth and his hips upwards at the same time for optimum pleasure.

With a gasp of surprise, Giada’s amber pools registered awe. They’d barely begun, and she was climaxing already. Her body trembled like a leaf.

That reaction had been
Kentucky
’s intent. Very much aware of her status, he squeezed her lower body closer and began to thrust faster in order to make the moment even better for her.

* * * *

A sense of completeness washed over Giada as she received stroke after stroke from
Kentucky
. Each new stroke was more special than the last. All were rhythmic and fluent.

Who knew sex could be like this?

Giada sure didn’t.

Sex?

This wasn’t sex. This was making love, which was why she was about to do something that she’d never done in her life—scream.

As predicted, Giada screamed
Kentucky
’s name loudly with her release. It would have been even louder if he hadn’t swallowed most of it in his mouth.

While her body continued to tremble all over,
Kentucky
stilled completely. He seemed to be relishing the delicious clenching and squeezing around him.

Giada was helpless to stop her quaking core from telling him everything he needed to know about her right now—that she was officially branded. Why else would she be reacting so strongly to his loving?

When most of the trembling had stopped, Giada broke the kiss and collapsed onto his chest. She needed time to catch her breath. She also needed to get her bearings back.

Had she bitten off more than she could chew with this giant of a man? Giada had just had the most powerful orgasm of her life, and
Kentucky
was still as hard as a rock . . . all over. If her ear wasn’t against his rapidly pounding heart, she would have thought she hadn’t affected him at all.

Determined to be the one leaving the biggest lasting impression, Giada sat upright again. She began to slowly move her hips upon
Kentucky
, ready to use her body any way she could to conquer him.

* * * *

Kentucky
was far from being conquered. Though what Giada was doing certainly felt good, something was wrong. And suddenly he knew just what the problem was.

The rhythm. It was too casual. It was entirely too bland.

The rhythm was also too sporadic. Giada kept pausing every five seconds to flip her long hair back over her shoulders. At this rate, it would take forever for
Kentucky
to reach his peak.

“Hold up for a second, Giada,” he said, stilling her hips with his hands as he spoke.

“Hold up? You want me to stop?”

“Yes, something is off-key here, and we need to fix it,”
Kentucky
explained gently. “Now those tender strokes and that constant flipping of the hair might turn those pretty boys on, but for a man like me, you got to bring it.”

“Bring it?” Giada looked confused. “You want it faster?”

“No, you can keep it slow. Just make sure to work your hips steady and strong. You know, show me how bad you really want me. And forget that you even have hair. Just let it go wherever it wants. I always wondered what you looked like without every hair in place, so seeing you wild will be a big turn-on for me. With all that said, you ready to put it on me, baby?”

Giada nodded. “Yes.”

“Well, let’s do this then.”
Kentucky
grinned, pleased that she had accepted his blunt, yet gently spoken rebuke so well. Then he began to lead by example, showing her exactly how he wanted this ride to go, and a few other things to help heighten the mood.

* * * *

Giada was a quick study. Combine that with her natural stamina and she had him going over the edge with a loud shout. Though
Kentucky
was still far from conquered, she felt a huge sense of accomplishment and power nevertheless at having brought him to his peak so intensely.

I just might keep him for my boy toy for a long time to come,
Giada decided.

Yet by the time
Kentucky
left right before dawn, she wasn’t sure if maybe
she
was the toy now. After being made love to for nearly four hours straight, with barely a break in between, Giada had never felt more pliable in her life. There was nothing
Kentucky
couldn’t ask of her right now. Or rather there was
almost
nothing he couldn’t ask of her.

Giada would have given up anything for
Kentucky
,
except
for her gold-digging ways. There was still just too much stuff she wanted in life. Things she didn’t think he could give her now, or ever, for that matter.

Fortunately for Giada, the only request
Kentucky
made of her before he left was the opportunity to see her again the next day. He actually asked to see her later that evening since it was already the next day.

With a smile, a kiss, and the beginning of an unfamiliar emotion stirring in her heart, Giada whispered, “Yes.”

What she received in return was a tender smile from
Kentucky
, another one of his toe-curling kisses, and a gently spoken “See you later, baby.”

Chapter Six

On Thursday night,
Kentucky
returned to Giada’s house after work. This time they made love in her bedroom. Everything was done very, very slowly. Every light was on in the room per Giada’s insistence. She claimed that she simply couldn’t get enough of looking at him.

Knowing that she wanted to make love to him in full light pleased
Kentucky
immensely. It softened his heart all the more toward her.

Kentucky
found himself becoming even more attached to Giada as she touched and kissed his body from head to toe in an almost worshipful manner. For the first time in
Kentucky
’s life, he actually felt . . . beautiful.

And so wanted.

Giada’s touch was just as hungry as her kisses. And she kept asking
Kentucky
what else he wanted her to do to and/or with him. She was open to any fantasy he had, and he had plenty. Yet since they both had work tomorrow, they actually only got to experience a few of those fantasies.

Afterward, they cuddled and just talked.
Kentucky
found himself more talkative than he’d ever been with any woman after sex.

He told Giada about his childhood. He talked about how he got the name
Kentucky
. About the fact that Hannah wasn’t his birth mother as Giada suspected all along due to their different ethnicities.

He shared how his biological mother was actually a petite Caucasian woman named April who died soon after giving birth to him. And how Hannah was actually his former preschool teacher, who fell in love with his grieving father and eventually married him.

Kentucky
also told Giada about the loss of his father due to a railroad accident. He talked about how that tragic event caused him to grow up very fast, though he was barely a teenager at the time.

“Somebody had to take care of Mama. She went into deep depression after Papa died, couldn’t work, causing us to almost lose the house,”
Kentucky
confided. “To help out more financially, I took my GED test in the tenth grade, passed it on the first try, and then went to work full-time.”

“Wow. You really did have to grow up fast,” Giada said. “Your mother must have eventually snapped out of her depression, because Mrs. Jones is the most positive person I know.”

“I think seeing me make such a sacrifice with my education snapped Mama out of her depression. She returned to a teaching position in the local school system, enrolled me in college, although I was only sixteen at the time, and insisted that I only work part-time on the weekends so that I could enjoy what was left of my teen years.”
Kentucky
was downright proud of his stepmother, and it showed in the reverential way he spoke of her. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.”

Even now he was missing out on a few high-paying gigs due to his love for Hannah.
Kentucky
simply refused to leave his stepmother’s side for very long while the neighborhood was besieged by burglars.

Giada’s eyes grew glossy at his deep love for his stepmother. “I felt the same way about my grandmother, who raised me, by the way, when both of my parents died.” Then she went in depth about her own childhood.

Giada shared how the girls in the neighborhood used to be so jealous of her naturally long, thick hair. Some wanted to play in it all the time. Others tried to pull it out by prompting fights with her. One girl even tried to cut off Giada’s long ponytail from the seat behind her in elementary class.

“My grandmother used to comfort me about jealous females in the most unique way,” Giada continued, smiling in memory. “She used to take me to the bedroom, stand me in front of the mirror, and then make me recite, ‘
Jealousy will not stick to my soul,
’ until it sunk in. That was Granny’s way of showing me how not to let the jealousies of others torment me.”

“That
was
unique,”
Kentucky
acknowledged with a tender smile.

“Yes, it was. She also taught me to love myself no matter what. My mother must have missed that message because she didn’t seem to love herself at all.”

“How so?”

“First of all, she hooked up with a man that didn’t have anything going for him but his looks. My father was one of the most handsome men in the neighborhood, but he was no good. He cheated constantly, and he was a petty thief by trade.” Giada’s eyes grew glossy again, even though there was a touch of anger in her voice. “It was no surprise to any of us when he got killed trying to rob a convenience store.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, baby.”
Kentucky
gave her a squeeze of comfort.

Giada blinked her eyes clear. “Thanks, but I think I was more angry than sad about him dying. I was angry about the effect his death had on my mother. About how she literally drank herself to death three years later. That’s why I don’t drink alcohol today.”