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there, naked in front of her, with no barriers
to his body, or his soul. And only a man who was telling the truth would do
that.
    Which mean that Jeremy had lied to her.
    “Bobby Wayne,” she softly breathed out his name.
    “I love you, Lauren.”
    They were the words she’d longed to hear. Words she’d never
thought she’d hear again. And they were words she didn’t know what to do with,
or how to react. The urge to run like the born-and-bred Foster she was bore
down on her hard. “I—” Her heart pounded. She’d made such a mess of things. “I
don’t— I don’t know what— what to do.” Jeremy thought she was ending things
here. She’d thought she be ending things, too. Yet now…
    And Bobby Wayne knew her – better than anyone – better than
she knew herself because he reached for her hand. Laced his fingers with hers
and held her right where she stood. And he kept talking to her in that sweet
slow drawl he had, talking to her like she wasn’t having a panic attack. Like
her world wasn’t being completely altered by just his presence.
    “I still love you, Lauren.” He squeezed her fingers. Tugged
her closer into the welcoming heat and strength of his body. I still want you—”
    And then there was no talking. Just Lauren in his arms. Her
mouth on his, surrendering to him, kissing him. Her hands sliding into his
hair, holding his head close, part of her half afraid he’d come to his senses.
Or maybe she’d come to hers.
    And then there were his hands. Sliding down over her body,
making short work of her jeans, and she no longer cared about what made sense,
just what felt right.
    And being here with Bobby Wayne Forsythe felt more than
right. It felt perfect .
    His fingers slipped between her legs to stroke her… tease
her. And she was panting. Begging. And he obliged her every demand, driving her
closer and closer to completion as his finger slid into her wetness, back and
forth, his thumb circling her clit.
     And then she was tumbling over a precipice, gasping as a
blinding orgasm rocked through her, tumbling her back onto the couch when her
legs gave out. And he was holding onto her, like he’d always done, and she’d
wondered how she could have been so dumb to have let him go. To have walked
away from him when he was her everything.
    He was between her legs, pushing her higher as he was
thrusting into her, driving her toward a second orgasm.
    “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she panted as she wrapped her arms
around his big shoulders, holding on tight.
    And he was gasping for breath, whispering of the wildly
erotic things he wanted to do to her, driving her – no, driving them both over the edge. And she was crying out his name as another orgasm rocked through
her body and he was growling out his as he followed her over the same edge.
    Together they slowly tumbled back to earth, weak and sated in
each other’s arms.
    And Lauren knew. She would never be the same again.
    And what did she do about that?
    * * *
    She hadn’t moved a muscle, yet Bobby Wayne knew her mind was
reeling. He could practically smell the brain cells burning. And once she got
into clean air and she cleared her senses, she’d pull away. And then it was
only a hasty exit out the front door and he’d lose her again. 
    “I know this isn’t what you planned when you came back here.”
He gently brushed a dark wavy lock of hair from her flushed cheek. “Give me
another chance, sugar, please?” he begged. “Give us another chance.”
    She breathed in a shaky breath. Her fingers gently pushing
his hair from his forehead and he could see the battle waging in her beautiful
eyes. Her lips trembled as she opened her mouth—
    “Don’t say anything sugar, unless it’s what I wanna hear.”
    “Bobby Wayne,” she whispered his name out on a breathy sigh
and he prayed it wasn’t regret.
    “Just feel, baby. Just feel.” And Bobby Wayne settled his
body between her legs, the erection he always seemed to have every time she