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His mouth closed over hers again as he lifted her into his arms. She kept hold of his neck, cradling her head against his chest.
    “Hang on, baby.” He carried her to the door. “Keys?”
    She had to function? “You’ll have to put me down.”
    He set her down and she managed to find the key in her purse and open the door. He stepped in behind her, shut and dead-bolted the door.
    In the silent house, their heavy breathing resonated. His darkened eyes focused on her lips but he didn’t pounce on her. Why was he stopping now?
    “Do… do you want something… er, to drink?” she stuttered.
    “I want you , Ally.”
    Her mouth dried.
    “Is that okay?”
    “I think I’ve made it clear it’s more than okay.”
    “I want to be sure you’re ready,” he whispered.
    “You know I am.”
    His mouth quirked. “Can you lead the way?”
    “Yeah.”
    His big hands were on her hips again, only this time she was leading.
    The afternoon light flooded her pale green room. Finally someone could appreciate her decorating efforts. Not just someone. Jared.
    “Nice color,” he said.
    “You like it? I guess your name really is Green.”
    His deep chuckle filled the room. “Yes and you have very good taste. You need to shut those curtains.”
    She drew the drapes closed, and found his hand closing over hers. Large veins ran through the taut bronzed skin. Masculine hands.
    “What’s this scar?” she asked, raising his hand in hers and running a finger over the pale line zigzagging along his thumb.
    “Go-cart race.”
    She laughed, then sobered. Found she liked picturing him as a little boy. “You raced go-carts?”
    “Yeah. My friend, his dad, and I built them together.”
    “Sounds nice.”
    “I’ll tell you all about it later. Right now, I want to do this.” He turned her and ran the pads of his fingers up her throat then let them linger on her lips. His head lowered, giving her a close-up of his strong neck and shoulders. His lips on the pulse in her neck had her eyes drifting closed. “I like this spot,” he whispered, rising and meeting her gaze.
    “Why?”
    “Because it shows me your heart. I can feel your pulse there.” He dipped his head again and touched his tongue to her pulse. She gasped. “It shows you responding to me. I like it.”
    When they made love before, they consumed each other. This time he savored her. Her heart expanded with more room to beat as the tightness in her chest released.
    “Can I do this?” He started unbuttoning her blouse. Keeping her eyes closed, she nodded. His hands slipped over her bare skin. Ripples of pleasure eddied from his touch. His fingers found her bra strap, worked it loose. The lacy bra fell to the floor. The air was warm on her bare breasts. Her breath hitched as her body leaned toward his touch.
    “My god,” he said, “I waited too long for this.” He lowered his mouth to a breast, but hesitated. She arched toward his breath and her sensitive flesh peaked hard when it met the stroke of his wet, firm tongue. A moan sounded as she closed her eyes. An ache pulsed in her core. His hands slid down her back and cradled her bottom, then slid up and unzipped her skirt.
    “Oh, my god,” he said, stepping back to admire her garter belt and stockings. But then his fingers closed on the delicate lace and pulled the whole ensemble off.
    She bit her lip, but couldn’t stop her pelvis from leaning toward his touch.
    “You like that? Tell me what you like.”
    “Yes.” She lifted her gaze and found him watching her, his darkened eyes broadcasting his own excitement. Her response aroused him. A trembling started from somewhere in her middle and spread to her limbs as her body melted like honey heated over flame.
    His rough fingers stroked her swollen sex. “You’re so hot, so ready for me.” His voice was ragged and deep. “My god, how I’ve missed your sweet, responsive body.”
    “I’ve missed you too.” And she had. Her need for him had driven her from