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wanted him anyway.
    She couldn’t stand even the slight distance between them.
She stretched up toward his lips, moving her hand from his beard to his hair.
    He groaned low in his throat as her mouth reached his, and
his arm tightened dramatically around her. It was like something had snapped
inside him. He almost immediately took control of the kiss, turning her over
onto her back and moving on top of her.
    Her heart and body thrilled at his response, at how much he
seemed to need her. His tongue was in her mouth now, stroking and sliding
against hers. His muscles had tightened up, and he kept making soft, throaty
sounds.
    She clung to him desperately, finally feeling like he was
hers again, that she was needed, that she was loved. “Mark,” she gasped, his
mouth breaking briefly from hers. “Mark.”
    He grunted against her mouth as he claimed her lips again.
She could feel him growing hard, pressed up against her belly, and she rubbed
herself against him instinctively.
    His hands were starting to move now, stroking her body
eagerly, almost clumsily. His urgency just intensified her own. She whimpered
as she dug her fingernails into his back, through his shirt.
    He was already pushing down her pajama pants and panties,
and she was trying to help him by toeing her pants the rest of the way down her
legs. Arousal ached between her thighs, and her heart was aching even more
deeply, emotion lodged hard in her throat.
    She was so relieved that he still wanted her, that he still
wanted to be close to her. She had been starting to think that everything had
changed between them.
    She reached down to take his erection in both of her hands,
and she caressed him lightly, flushing with even more pleasure when he moaned softly
in response. “Sophie, baby,” he choked, moving her hands and raising them up
above her head.
    She arched up shamelessly against his hold on her, her whole
body pulsing now with need. “Please, Mark,” she gasped. “I need you so much.”
    His face twisted strangely as he stared down at her. Then he
released one of her hands so he could move his shaft into position between her
thighs.
    She cried out as he entered her, still clinging to the one
hand he held. She was tight from going so long without sex, and both of them
were groaning as he eased himself in. She bent up her legs around his hips and
tried to breathe deeply.
    Before she could fully adjust, he was kissing her again and
starting to thrust. He’d always been eager and passionate, but he seemed less
in control than he used to be. Maybe just because it had been so long since
they’d been together. He was moving against her urgently, his body tight and
hot and somehow primal.
    She clawed at his back, over the shirt he still wore, and
tried to move with him. She was breathless and emotional and almost dizzy from
so many feelings all at once.
    He was going to come before she did. She could feel it in
his body, and she hadn’t had nearly enough stimulation yet to reach orgasm. She
didn’t care. Her heart needed this far more than her body did. She squeezed him
with her arms, her thighs, her inner muscles. She never wanted to let him go.
    “I love you, Mark,” she panted, pulling her lips away enough
to speak. “I love you so much.”
    He made a weird little sound and kissed her hard again.
    She was whimpering into his mouth when she felt him fall out
of rhythm, making a loud, uncontrolled sound and shaking helplessly as he came.
    She stroked his back as his body relaxed over hers. He was
hotter than ever, panting against her neck. He didn’t speak for a long time,
but she felt better than she had in several days, hopeful that this had been a
step in the right direction.
    “Are you okay?” he asked at last, raising his head.
    She blinked. “Of course. What do you mean?”
    “Was I…was I too rough?” His voice was thick, slightly
cracked.
    “No. No. Of course, you weren’t. It was great.” She squeezed
him in a hug. “I loved it. I