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of the tub as leverage to lift my hips and sink down on his hard, scorching shaft, moaning loudly now.
    He continued to toy with my sensitive nipples and circle the hard nub of my clit as he thrust into me, gasping in tandem with me now. His heartbeat was a steady drum against my back, his voice an encouraging groan in my ear, his body both hard yet soft beneath me, driving into me in a way that filled me as never before, striking deep, deep within me.
    As his body penetrated mine, I felt his heart and soul piercing me as well. As in the bathroom, and in the elevator, this sensate experience with Tre delved far beyond the pale of mere sexual contact. It was a turning point, of sorts. It had been coming for a long time, building in incremental degrees, and this was the apex.
    Water sloshed around us, our moans of bliss morphed into cries of ecstasy, voices twined, bodies rocking in pulsating synchronicity, raw emotion coiling like serpents in the air, unspoken but all too real.
    And then he changed everything.
    He came, saying, "Goddamn, Shea. I love you so much."
    The climax that burst through me was as much emotional as physical. I hadn't heard those words in so, so many years. They knifed into my heart as his essence washed through me, as his body merged with mine. I felt my inner muscles clamp down around him and my arms clenched around his neck, my lips locked on his and I came with a deep, wracking sob.
    "Oh god, Tre. Oh god. Yes." I gripped his hair in my fist and craned my neck to peer into his eyes. "Say it again, Tre."
    He thrust hard into me. "I love you, Shea." Another thrust, and my eyes closed involuntarily at the piercing pang of pleasure. "I love you."
    I cried and laughed, rocked my body on his, and climaxed with every fiber of my being. My body curled down onto him, and I was helpless against the writhing bliss that rocketed through me, aftershock upon aftershock.
    Our shudders subsided and I could breathe once more. I lay on him in the tub, still impaled by him. I opened my mouth to speak, but he kissed me quiet.
    "Don't say it just to say it back," Tre told me. "Say it if and when you want to, because it's what you feel."
    I nodded, and let myself go limp. We drowsed in the water until it went cool and then drained it, stood and turned on the shower to clean up. We toweled each other dry, trading kisses on random patches of revealed skin, and then cuddled together in the bed, the cool sheets warming quickly with our body heat.
    I slept, long and deep, waking to a crack of morning light piercing between the gap in the heavy curtains. The air beyond the covers was cold, smelling of hotel air conditioner. Tre was on my left, his face lax in sleep, thick black hair sleep-mussed and drifting across his cheek and forehead. I swept it aside with my finger, and he nudged his face into my palm in his sleep, like a puppy seeking affection.
    He stirred, rolling from his back to his side, seeking me with his hands. I let him pull me close, clutch me against him. He wedged one of his thighs between mine, his arm flung over my hip possessively. His cock was hard, poking into my belly, a hot length stabbing just beneath my ribs.
    I lay awake, watching him sleep, feeling the last bricks in the wall around my heart crumble.
    I loved him.
    The realization didn't frighten me.
    I wasn't aware at first of my hands drifting between us to curl around his cock. His eyes cracked open and a smile touched the corners of his lips. He didn't move or speak, just gazed at me through half-lidded eyes. I just held him at first.
    Then I lifted my leg and hooked it over his hip and guided the tip of him to the damp heat of my entrance. I didn't slide him in, yet. His eyes opened farther, and his hand tightened on my hip.
    "I love you, Tre." A shift of bodies, and he slipped in. It was the most natural feeling in the world, now, to feel him fill me. "God, I don't know how it happened, but I love you."
    Tre chuckled, a low rumble in his chest.