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eyes all but crossed as she freed the button and then dragged the zipper down. Once she had room, she reached inside his shorts, closed her hand around his cock, and dragged it up, down. Each touch was a sweet, sweet torture and he found himself arching into her touch, even as he wanted to drag himself away.
    Her eyes were distant, remote. “But this … this is all we really have.”
    He caught her wrist and pulled it back, fury and need an ugly mix inside him. Slamming her wrist to the cabinet by her head, he leaned in, his mouth just a breath away. “It’s a hell of a lot more than just sex,” he rasped even as the need for her turned into a scream in his blood. “ Sex is easy.”
    “Easy?” She stared at him, her eyes mocking. “Easy. Like you climbing on top of me the other night and then pulling away when I was still wet from you. Easy. Like you walking away because staying is that much harder.”
    He snarled. “You don’t understand.”
    “Of course I don’t.” She jerked her chin up. “You won’t tell me.”
    “That…” He shook his head, the words tripping him up. “Do you think I don’t want to be with you? It’s not that simple, Ali. But if it was just sex, I could get that anywhere. What I want is this.”
    He slanted his mouth over hers, desperation and desire driving him. He couldn’t explain it, because she’d never understand. She hadn’t been there that night, and she hadn’t lived inside his skin all these years.
    He could show her how he felt, though, how he wanted her.
    She had to see—
    She worked her hands between them and shoved him back, panting. Her hair tumbled into her face and the soft green of her eyes glinted hard as glass.
    “Just sex,” she said again, shaking her head. “Everybody has their preferences, you idiot. Hell, I had a favorite vibrator before you came along and I bet you had a preference for one hand over the other. That doesn’t mean anything.”
    Spinning away, he stared at the floor, shame and misery gathering inside. His skin felt tight, itchy. “Fuck. I … I’m sorry.”
    Silence flooded the room and slowly, he turned, stared at her. The hollow look in her eyes cut through him like a poisoned blade. Swallowing around the knot in his throat, he shifted his gaze away. “If it was just sex, I wouldn’t want to be with you all the time. I do. If it was just sex, I wouldn’t hang around your restaurant four or five days a week, and I wouldn’t spend half my weekend here. You’ve got to know it’s more than that, Ali-girl.”
    A sigh escaped her and he turned his head to see her slip off the counter, smoothing her clothes down, pushing her hair back from her face. “I know you feel more. But you only give me so much. It’s not enough anymore.”
    Frustration and fear tangled, twisted inside him. He spun back around to glare at her. “What in the fuck do you want ?”
    “I want more,” she said simply. “More than this. More than you showing up at my door when I’m ready to put the kids down. More than you staying long enough to crawl on top of me, and then when you’re done, you roll off and disappear until the next time. This … friends-with-benefits thing isn’t enough anymore.”
    Swearing, he drove his hands through his hair. “That’s not telling me shit. We have more.” He went to her, and instead of taking this time, he tried seducing, cupping her face in his hands and pressing a soft, sweet kiss to her mouth, hoping to feel her sigh against him, hoping to feel her body yield to his.
    Her breasts were a soft, sweet weight against his chest, her belly warm against his cock.
    But as he stroked his tongue along the full curve of her lower lip, as he dipped his tongue into her mouth, all she did was stand there.
    “Nobody else makes me feel like you do.” He pressed his brow to hers. “You know I care about you. You care about me. What else do you want?”
    “ More, ” she said, her voice low. “Stay the night. Talk to me.