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nightmare, worse than when the judge caught him staring at her and getting an erection. Because then it was just between him and the judge. Now he was getting the message from her, from Elle, and he was a hairsbreadth from coming while being intensely ashamed.
    This was Elle.
    He lifted his mouth, opened his arms, stepped back, feeling like shit.
    “I’m so sorry, honey,” he began when she threw herself back into his arms, mouth awkwardly searching for his.
    Oh. He’d been holding her arms down and she wanted to hold on to him.
    She’d been standing on tiptoe to kiss him and dropped back down onto her heels. Nick looked down at her, nearly blinded by the fact that she was so beautiful and . . . she was Elle.
    Her hair had escaped the French braid and formed a soft pale blond halo around her head, just as it had all those years ago.
    She lifted a hand from his shoulder to cup his jaw, then her fingers traced his face. From forehead to cheekbone, down over his jaw and neck. “Nick,” she whispered.
    He braced himself for more questions but she didn’t say anything, just lifted herself back up to his mouth. He took the kiss over from there.
    She tasted so fucking good. So good he was hard as steel. There was no way Elle could miss it either, plastered up against him, rolling her hips against him—groaning as she felt a woodie so hard it hurt.
    Which was crazy, because he’d been getting laid on a regular basis at the training camp in Fort Benning. Everyone told him to get as much tail as humanly possible during training because there were no opportunities on ops, and even if there were, he’d be too strung out and exhausted to take advantage. So he’d been on a tear.
    Right now, it felt like he’d never had sex before in his life.
    Elle was like a cat in his arms, open to him in every way, rubbing sinuously against him. He put a hand under her ass, lifted her a little and groaned when he felt her heat against his cock. He was holding her so tightly he could feel her mound through the thin layer of her pants and panties. She was a furnace there, emanating heat like a sun. He shifted her a bit and felt the lips of her sex open over him. She swung her hips forward and rode him, driving him crazy. If they hadn’t had clothes on, he’d be inside her.
    Maybe he should dial this down a notch? It was crazy—they were practically fucking in the kitchen he’d eaten so many meals in, in this cold house on a cold January afternoon. And they’d reached this point in about a minute flat. Lips eating at each other, hips grinding together, one hand under her ass, the other cupping her small breast.
    Their breathing filled the room, the sounds of their mouths catching, lifting, coming together again, echoing—and he was grinding against her, his mouth and his hips . . .
    Down boy ! he told himself. Jesus, act like the gentleman you’re not . He was about ready to loosen his arms, put her back on the floor, step back, give them time to think this through when she said, “Take me to bed Nick.”
    And he was lost.
    I t was exactly like in her dreams. The phantasmagorical ones, the ones other people had. Exactly. Except of course for the circumstances. They were never in her kitchen and it was never so cold, but everything else—oh yes, everything else was the same.
    No. Better.
    Because she hadn’t realized how alive this would make her feel. Hot and buzzing with life right down to her fingertips. These past years she knew she was alive because she ate and drank and cared for her father, but she hadn’t felt alive, not in any way. Colors were muted, food tasted like cardboard, eating something she had to force herself to do. She had to remember to eat and drink and go to bed.
    She had to work really hard to get up in the morning.
    And now? Now she was one with the earth. Now she could leap mountains, breathe fire. Now she could fly.
    It was her first, but she’d known instinctively how to kiss Nick. Her mouth had