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fingers gingerly tested the back of her head. “Shit.”
    He rubbed with careful fingers. “Are you all right?”
    “Yeah. Just give me a minute.” Another groan and she nuzzled his chest, drew in a deep breath. Her hands were on him, still at first. But then they started wandering. Petting his sides and straying closer to his ever-hopeful cock.
    Closer and closer.
    He wished. His balls were aching.
    “Louise.” He eased back, cupped her face and kissed her slow and hot and easy. Over and over and over again. Loving how he could. How she let him. “It’s all right. We don’t have to…”
    “I want to,” she said, voice all kinds of low and sexy. And the hand wrapped around his cock, stroking. She was killing him but he’d die happy. “I do.”
    Thank the gods. So did he.
    Adam fitted his hands beneath her rear and lifted. Her arms wound around his neck and her legs enclosed his waist. There was no more thought involved. The need to be inside her had him in a choke-hold. He wrapped his arm around her and he reached beneath her, fitting his cock to her pussy and lowering her onto him while he thrust up.
    Easy. Go easy.
    Ohfuckyes.
    Hot and wet and perfect. Enclosing his dick in the snug space had him gasping for air and running call signs through his head to keep from coming. Hard to say which of them had been flying solo sex-wise for the longest. “Damn.”
    She moaned something. He couldn’t work out what. Never mind—she could tell him later.
    Slow and slower.
    He could do this. Make it good for her and not rut on her like an animal. But ah hell, the feel of her, inside and out. Complete sensory overload. It had been years since he’d had a woman this way, in his own home with no time restraints. Unpaid.
    She made a small noise and her mouth opened against his neck. The damp heat of her breath tantalized the sensitive skin below his ear. She made him shiver. No way did he want to hurt her but he was fighting a losing battle.
    Slow and steady strokes to get her used to him. He really did want her to be used to him. Right there and then, he wanted to be second nature to this woman. More than he wanted his next breath, even, and he needed his next breath to keep fucking her, so it was pretty damn important. Everything would be fine. He could do this.
    But then she wriggled on his cock and grasped at him with her inner muscles. Heaven have mercy, the feel of her undid him. Adam lost it with a growl. Fucking into her hard and fast, clutching her to him while his body took over. It had been too long. Gods help him.
    He came with a shout, his cum jetting out of him, balls drawn tight, hands and hips digging into her. Everything turned gray and his muscles liquefied. It never seemed to end. He might die. She might actually kill him. But hell, he’d go a happy man.
    Slowly. Slowly. Reality returned.
    His softening cock slipped free of her body and he carefully took them down to the shower floor, one hand on her ass and the other at the back of her skull. They didn’t need any more head wounds. Both of them were breathing hard. The sound of their combined panting echoed through the room. The water raining down on him had cooled a little, but never mind. Kneeling on the hard ground with his wife’s legs still wrapped around him felt nice. No need to move anytime soon. Her short nails drew patterns on his back. Endless circles going around and around.
    “Louise. You okay?”
    Her chin moved against his shoulder. “Yes. You?”
    “Fine.”
    Fucking spectacular, actually, but “fine” would do. “Sorry if I was a bit rough. And a bit fast.”
    “I didn’t mind.”
    “Really?”
    “Mmm-hmm. It was good.”
    “Good. That’s good.”
    She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder.
    “It’s been a while.”
    “For me too,” she said.
    “Hmm.” He’d have liked to keep the conversation going but he’d run out of things to say. The tips of her nipples grazed his chest and he held her tighter on the pretext of