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croaked.
    “Since we slept together, you should probably call me Harry,” she deadpanned.
    “We wha—” he began, and then checked his still-clothed body and smiled. “Hell, I thought for a moment we’d had sex and I had no memory of it. What a crime that would be.”
    “A crime, indeed.” Harry smiled back at him. For a second there was silence. Was it awkward that they were in bed, and obviously in the cold hard light of day, he didn’t actually want to jump her? She made to get up, but he grabbed on to her arm. She stilled.
    “Just where are you going, darlin’?”
    Um. “You don’t want to get up?”
    “Not especially. It’s still pretty dark outside, and I have you right where I want you.” He winked at her, and she settled back on her side, facing him. “I thought about you a lot since the wedding,” he said, turning on his back and stretching before turning back to her. “Did you think about me?”
    Every day. “A little, maybe.” Her breathing slowed, everything slowed. Ever since she’d met him, she’d fantasized about having sex with him in that garden, what it would have felt like to feel him fill her right there in the rain. This was her time. She was going to have sex with him come hell or high water. She’d been given a second chance. He would be gone soon. She wasn’t going to let this opportunity slide.
    He held her gaze for a few seconds. “I want you. I want to see you naked. It’s all I’ve thought about. But you need to know that there is no happy ever after for us. I’m leaving in a day or so, and we will probably never see each other again. I just don’t want to do anything that will cause you pain, now or later.”
    Cocky bastard. “Wow, Matt. You’re awfully full of yourself aren’t you? You think one night”—she looked at the dim light around the edges of the curtains—“
morning
, will rock my world so much that I’ll want to spend the rest of my life with you?” She laughed out loud. “I’m sure you’re well practiced and all, but still…” She winked at him.
    His eyes narrowed. “I
am
going to rock your world, baby.” With that he wrapped his arm around her waist and dragged her against him. Instantly her thigh came in contact with something already very hard.
    “Are you?” she whispered, a mere inch from his mouth.
    His response was a blistering kiss that sent tingles down to her toes. As his tongue forced its way into her mouth, she moaned, and her need for him washed over her like soft wet silt running through her fingers.
    “Matt,” she whispered as his mouth left hers for her neck, wetly kissing her pulse points that she knew would be jumping against his lips.
    He pulled away from her with a frown. “Yes?”
    “Take off your clothes.” He was still dressed in the clothes he’d come to the bar in the night before.
    He jumped up, and eyes still on her, pulled his shirt over his head and unfastened his jeans. Pausing, he said, “And you. I want to see you.” He dropped his pants and stood there, all muscles, tattoos, and hard dick. A pool of wetness settled between her legs just at the sight of him. She was going to have him. And he was magnificent.
    She stood on the low bed and slowly wriggled her sleep shorts down her legs. She actually saw his dick jump when she revealed that she was wearing no panties. She kicked them off, and without ceremony swiped her tank over her head.
    “You are fucking incredible,” he breathed as he moved closer to the bed. Her nipples pebbled under his intense gaze. She felt weak suddenly, as if her bones were dissolving. She needed him. Needed his strength.
    Matt reached out and touched her collarbone and slowly stroked his hand downward, between her breasts to her stomach where he leaned in to kiss her navel.
    She wound her fingers through his short hair and pulled him to her. But he pulled away and scooped her off the bed and into his arms. She was tiny next to him. Delicate, easy to break. And she wanted