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struggle to keep his body focused on taking things slow. Inside his chest, his
heart hammered with relief.
    Tate might still
be angry about the past, but she wanted this whether she would admit it or not.
Like him, she was unable to deny the pull between them, the physical
attraction. Yeah, what he’d done to get her here was a tad devious, but the
important thing was he’d been right. She still desired him just as much as he did
her. As long as he could remind her of that, the rest would follow suit,
hopefully.
    The warm clasp
of her body brought him back from the dark, worrisome corners of his brain. The sweet smell of her skin, the silken glide of it beneath his
hands. The soft raspy whimpers escaping her throat. He catalogued it
all. She was his again, and even if it only lasted for an hour, he’d take it.
    He thrust his
hips, burying himself deep inside her snug, wet warmth. Slowly he withdrew, then
watched desire slacken her features as he plunged back in. Her kiss-bruised
lips were slightly parted and damp, and her soft panting breaths warmed his
throat.
    Ryan could feel
her entire body winding tighter and tighter. Her fingernails dug into his
flanks, and her thighs clenched around his waist, her climax nearing its
breaking point. He was close too. Too close. He’d rather this last all night,
but that wasn’t going to happen, not with the way she looked and felt and
sounded. Not with the taste of her still clinging to his lips. Not with the way
his body reacted to hers, greedy and impatient.
    The pebbled tips
of her breasts grazed his chest. He dipped his head and took one into his
mouth, sucking firmly, laving her with his tongue, before using his teeth in a
hard scrape. Her back arched in a silent plea for more, so he switched to the
other nipple, showing it the same fervent attention.
    “God, Ryan.”
    A little fissure
of excitement raced up his spine behind her words. Urgency prodded him to speed
up, yet Ryan fought it off as long as he could. He worked his hand between
their sweat-dampened bodies and found her swollen clit with his thumb, applying
firm pressure as he worked her in small circles.
    One hand flew up
to grasp the back of his neck while the other fisted the sheet. Tate’s chin
tipped back, exposing the long line of her pale throat. Her eyes slid closed,
and she groaned deeply. Her pussy clenched around his driving cock. Incredible
sensation caused white spots to dance in the periphery of his vision. Ryan gave
up the fight to hold his own orgasm at bay, following her over the edge.
    Balancing his
weight on his forearms while he recovered his senses, he pressed his face into
the beautiful tangle of Tate’s hair. It smelled like fresh mint leaves. Her
skin smelled even better, nothing but sweet, warm woman.
    He sighed and
lifted his head to look down at her, waiting to see what her reaction would be
now that the fantastic reunion sex was over. When she gave him a faint smile,
the anxiousness tightening his chest eased off, but it didn’t disappear
completely. He withdrew from her body and rolled onto his back, staring blankly
at the ceiling until he summoned the energy to get up and deal with the condom.
    He quickly washed
up and flipped off the bathroom light. When he walked back into the bedroom,
Tate sat on the edge of the bed fastening her bra. The rest of her clothes were
still in the foyer, along with his.
      “Are you hungry?” He sat down beside her. “It
wouldn’t take me long to whip us up something.”
    “I still have
laundry to finish.” She winced after she muttered the excuse not to stay. That
wasn’t the reason why she wanted to leave, but Ryan wasn’t going to press any
harder. If they had to do this in baby steps, then so
be it. Although what just happened felt more like a giant
leap off a ten story ledge.
    Trying to hide
his disappointment, he stood again. “I’ll go grab our clothes.”
    When he
returned, he asked, “You’re not upset with me for lying to get you