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saving him from that life. If only he could offer her the same salvation.
    She had cancer. Fuck. The words kept sneaking up on him, sucker punching him at odd moments. His stomach clenched and his grip on her waist tightened.
    Zoey retreated the slightest distance and looked at him. She’d always been far too in tune with his emotions. She cupped his face and smiled. Her crystal-blue eyes locked with his and held. The look of understanding comforted him, filled him with a sense of relief. She could communicate so much with just one touch, one look.
    Everything would be okay.
    He reached out to stroke her soft dark hair. She wore it shorter these days, the ends just brushing her shoulders. When they were younger, she never went out without her standard ponytail. Somewhere in her twenties, she’d started wearing it down, the thick mass reaching halfway down her back. Last year, she’d opted for the shorter cut. He liked it this way best. It framed her pretty face perfectly.
    “Take off your shirt,” she said, but didn’t wait for him to comply. Instead, she gripped the material and tugged it away. Her fingers stroked his chest, circled his nipples. He loved her hands on him, the way her hungry eyes ate him up. When her fingers stroked downward along his stomach, he joined the game. In unison, they tackled the buttons on each other’s jeans. Zoey stood briefly to ease the undressing and he instantly missed her body’s warmth.
    Rob sucked in a steadying breath when she unzipped and pushed her jeans down. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t try to hide beneath her panties. Within seconds, she’d shed both the denim and the silk, standing before him completely naked. Rob’s heart stuttered.
    He’d spent a lifetime running the wrong race. He didn’t want to be a rock star. He wanted to be hers.
    “Say something,” she whispered, and he realized he’d let the silent moment go too long. She was uneasy.
    His gaze met hers. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
    She smiled. “Promise me that’s not your standard line.”
    He shook his head. “I’ve never said that to anyone before. Promise.” He slowly unzipped his own jeans as Zoey lowered her eyes to watch. Lifting his hips, he eased his jeans and boxers away. There was no hiding his desire for her. His cock was full, hard. The head brushed his stomach as he kicked off his pants and sat back down.
    Zoey studied him, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. The sight made Rob dizzy with need as he imagined her mouth wrapped around his dick.
    “Come here.” He beckoned.
    She returned to her previous position, legs open, straddling his. It was the same position, but not at all similar. With no clothing to hinder them, Rob became aware of so many more things. He felt the heat of her body. The air surrounding them was filled with the sweet scent of her arousal. She was wet. He could see the shiny proof coating her skin at the junction of her legs. Now it was his turn to lick his lips, the longing to taste her rumbling through him.
    Zoey stroked his cheek. “I like when you don’t shave. It’s sexy.”
    Her comment reminded him he hadn’t touched a razor in nearly three days. A quick glance at her kiss-swollen lips revealed the slightest trace of a beard burn around her mouth. If he was a gentleman, he’d pop upstairs and remove the prickly hair before they continued.
    Zoey moved closer until the heat and moisture of her pussy encapsulated his cock. Fuck it. He’d shave later.
    When she wiggled against his cock, he closed his eyes and counted to ten. If she kept doing that, he’d destroy that sexy image by coming right now. He grasped her ass and held her still.
    “Jesus, Zoey. We have to slow down or it’ll be over before we start.”
    She giggled. “I thought you rock stars were supposed to be sex gods or something.”
    He narrowed his eyes. She loved to tease him about the rumors surrounding musicians. Mainly because she knew as well as he