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adjusted her hips, his pelvis caressing her swollen clitoris with each powerful inward thrust, and the pleasure built in an unstoppable rush, rolling through her. Forcing her up, dragging her back, and hurling her over again.
    She sobbed through that last brutal release and crashed past the final barrier as his feral shout of fulfilment followed her over the edge.

CHAPTER FIVE
    P LEASE let it have been an erotic dream...
    T ESS squeezed her eyes shut and prayed as she walked down the hallway of her apartment, drying her damp hair after a desperate attempt to rinse off the scent of sex and insanity in the apartment’s power shower.
    ‘I made coffee. All I could find was decaff.’
    Her gaze darted to the kitchenette at the husky comment, and the towel flopped onto her shoulders. The muscles in her spine tensed at the sight of the man standing by the counter with a mug of coffee at his lips.
    Fabulous .
    This was no dream. It was a nightmare. She really had made love to Nate Graystone like a sex-starved rabbit, twenty minutes ago.
    Apart from the two undone buttons at the top of his pristine white shirt, and the furrows in his thick black hair, he didn’t look like a man who had recently been ravaged by a nymphomaniac.
    Unfortunately, she knew better.
    She resisted the urge to groan. And let go of the fervent prayer that he might have taken the hint when she shot off to the shower, and miraculously vanished.
    ‘Decaff is all I have.’ She avoided his eyes, deciding that the post-coital politeness was as unbearable as the antagonism that had preceded it.
    ‘I hope black works, because I couldn’t find cream either,’ he said, handing her a cup.
    ‘Black’s fine.’ She leant over the counter to take the mug he must have pulled out of her packing case, careful not to step back into the kitchenette with him.
    Best not to get too close to him again. The man had some weird chemical effect on her self-control that appeared to be exacerbated by her pregnancy—how else could she have allowed this to happen? Again.
    ‘I’m moving out this afternoon. Hence the empty fridge,’ she said, ignoring his steady, concentrated gaze as she skirted round the countertop and retreated back into the living area.
    She heard his footsteps on the wooden flooring as he took the hint this time and followed her into the larger space.
    ‘Listen, Tess.’ He cleared his throat. ‘Despite how it looks, I didn’t come here to...’ She turned when he hesitated, surprised to see the dull flush on his cheeks beneath his tan.
    Some of the tension in her shoulder blades eased at the thought that he was as confused by their insane behaviour as she was.
    ‘To boff me senseless on my kitchen counter,’ she finished for him.
    He looked taken aback for a moment, then huffed out a laugh. ‘That’s one way of putting it.’
    He sipped his coffee, watching her intently over the rim as if he were trying to gauge her mood. ‘I seem to have serious control problems when it comes to you and confined spaces.’
    Despite the flutter of panic still buzzing about in her belly, she smiled. ‘Ditto.’
    ‘You’re not angry?’ he asked, sounding genuinely surprised.
    ‘Why would I be angry? You gave me the choice and I distinctly remember giving you my whole-hearted permission.’
    He chuckled, his eyes glittering with amusement.
    ‘Although I think next time you give a girl a choice,’ she added playfully, hoping humour would skim over the awkwardness, ‘don’t wait until the moment of penetration. It might make your offer seem a little disingenuous.’
    He stepped forward. ‘Point taken.’
    ‘And knicker-ripping is sort of frowned on too. Those happened to be Indian silk.’
    ‘I ripped your panties?’
    ‘Yes, you did, I have the torn shreds to prove it. By the way that’s two pairs you owe me now.’
    The lazy smile softened his features and reminded her painfully of the reckless, devil-may-care charmer who had seduced her so easily nearly