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the ramifications of that argument or even cared that it had called an end to their budding relationship? Or was his job all he cared about?
    “No, that’s not it,” he continued. “I’m sorry that I said what I did. It was wrong and it was not how I truly felt and you have to know that I’d never, ever do anything to hurt you. You believe that, don’t you?”
    Claire nodded. “I do.”
    “At the same time, I would never do anything to hurt Aileen, either. I’ve talked to Dex and I’m hoping to discuss the matter with to Aileen first, before he and Marlie do. And if it doesn’t go well, I’m going to ask that they don’t press the issue.”
    “That sounds like a good idea,” Claire said.
    It was as if that simple opinion was all he needed to close the distance between them. In a few long steps he was at the bed, then kneeling at her feet and pulling her into a long, delicious kiss.
    Claire pulled him up, their mouths still locked together and he stretched out beside her on the bed. Her body reacted instantly to his touch and she hadn’t realized until that moment how much she’d missed. In such a very short time, he’d become a necessary part of her existence, like breathing or eating or sleeping, she needed him to live.
    His hands skimmed over her body, brushing aside her jacket and then her blouse until he found a spot of bare skin. Claire arched into his touch, the warmth of his fingers causing a flood of desire to race through her body. In the back of her mind, she wondered if they ought to do this, here and now. But she couldn’t seem to stop herself—or Ian.
    They tugged at each other’s clothes, pulling off just enough to find new places to kiss and caress. But it wasn’t enough for Claire. She pushed up on her knees and began to undress, staring down into his eyes as he watched her. When she was left in just her bra and knickers, Ian rolled off the bed and began to shed his shirt and trousers, kicking off his shoes and socks along the way. And when he was left in just his boxers, he crawled back onto the bed, kneeling in front of her.
    “We’re going to do this,” she whispered.
    “Yes.”
    “And we’ve waited a week.”
    “More than a week.”
    “And there’s something else you ought to know,” she murmured, her gaze fixed on his mouth.
    “Nothing you say is going to stop what we’re about to do.”
    Claire sucked in a sharp breath. Was that really true? She was about to find out. “I’m not very good at this. I mean, I’m good at the sex, but I’m terrible at the part that comes after that.”
    “It doesn’t matter,” he said.
    “But I don’t want you to think that I’m taking this lightly, because I’m not.”
    He wrapped his arm around her waist and yanked her body against his. “Neither am I.” They tumbled onto the mattress. Claire laughed as they rolled around the bed, kissing and pulling off the last of their clothes. A mixture of joy and relief filled her. They’d weathered their first storm and come out fine.
    He hadn’t planned ahead and brought a condom, but there was no reason to worry as Claire had taken birth control since she was a teen. She always been careful with the men she’d bedded, insisting on a condom, but this time, she knew she could trust that Ian hadn’t been sleeping around.
    Reaching between them, she slowly ran her fingertips along the length of his stiff shaft. Her touch caused him to draw in a sharp breath and as she continued, he groaned softly. She wanted to please him, to show him how good it could be between them. But Claire was also impatient and couldn’t keep herself from jumping ahead a few steps.
    She rolled on top of him and pinned his hands over his head, weaving her fingers through his. Straddling his waist, she slowly slid her body down until his shaft made contact with the damp spot between her legs.
    Slowly, she took him inside her, inch by inch, until he was buried deep. The sensation was enough to make every doubt