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told her he d known she was there, but when she would have drawn away he covered her hands with
his and held her in place.
Apologize and back away. I m sorry, she said softly, but her rebellious arms just hugged him
tighter. I shouldn t have jumped down your throat for expressing your opinion, or lashed out at you
because we re in a situation where we have to be less than honest with people. You re doing that to
help me, and I am grateful.
He turned and folded her in his arms, bringing her into the safe harbor of his chest. She breathed
deeply. The clean, slightly herbal scent of his bath soap lingered on him.
His chin brushed the top of her head, and he followed that up with a kiss. No, I m the sorry one.
You have to run your life your way. You didn t ask for my opinion, and, considering I share the blame
for the situation, I m in no position to criticize or give advice. I acted like a dick.
You re under a lot of stress, and I m a natural irritant. She looked up at him and tried for a smile.
I warned you I m not easy to live with.
Serious brown eyes stared back at her no trace of amusement as he touched her cheek with
gentle fingers, sweeping down to her jaw. You re too easy to live with, he said softly and covered
her mouth with his.
She dove into the kiss, trying to use it to convey all the emotions swirling around inside her.
Protective instincts told her to pull back, because one way or another, she would be moving on soon.
Why make things harder? But the rest of her recognized the heartbreak of leaving had become
inevitable. Pulling back now only hastened the pain.
Maybe he could read her thoughts, because he seemed to understand she was sinking. He cupped
the back of her head, changed the angle of the kiss, and took them under.
In contrast to the way he laid claim to her mouth, his hands stayed chastely above her neck, his
fingers lightly tracing her jaw. That left her hands free to roam across the rounded muscles of his
shoulders, down his hard chest, along the sloped contours of his abdomen.
When her fingers reached the waistband of his sweats, he broke the kiss long enough to murmur,
Forgive me?
Nothing to forgive, she said between quick nibbles along his jaw, and then she was moving
backward. He navigated them out of the kitchen, through the living area, down the hall, and, much to
her relief, he bypassed the guest room and steered her directly into his room& into his bed.
He stood before her, his fingers laced through her hair, staring down at her with an expression she
couldn t name, but nonetheless did crippling things to her already vulnerable heart a look
guaranteed to make her say or do something stupid if she didn t find a distraction. Now. Luckily a
perfect distraction hovered within easy reach. She yanked his sweats down. He swore as the
waistband snagged on the head of his erection and dragged it down too, and then swore again when it
sprang free and bobbed back up like a buoy.
Sorry, she murmured, let me kiss it better. She slid her hands around and held onto his smooth,
firm glutes, lowered her head, and set about making the unintentional abuse up to him. Within
moments all was forgiven, judging by the gasps and groans coming out of him. His body pulsed in her
mouth. His muscles went rock hard beneath her palms. She brought one hand around front and cupped
his balls, feeling them draw up even as she closed her fingers.
She thought she had him past the point of no return, but suddenly, he said, No more, in a harsh
whisper. The fingers in her hair tightened a little, holding her head still while he withdrew from her
mouth. I can t take anymore. I have to be inside you. He kicked his sweats off and pushed her back
onto the bed.
She hit the mattress with a hushed thump and crossed her arms above her head while she watched
him get ready.
He dug a condom out of his nightstand drawer, ripped it open, and rolled it on. His eyes found hers
in the shadowy room and bored into her. She shivered as he slid a hand between her thighs and then
gasped when he rimmed her opening. Before she caught her breath, he plunged a finger deep, and her
body clenched desperately around him.
That s it, he groaned. I love to feel you quiver for me. I want to watch while I stroke you until
those quivers turn to trembles until you re shaking all the way down to your toes.
He flipped her sleep shirt up to her waist, baring her to his gaze, and she worried she was going to
come right then and there. How did he do this to her? She d never been so constantly, effortlessly
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