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remembered what her mind wouldn’t let her forget.
    But around Trent, she felt . . . open. Like herself.
    Jenna’s words flitted through her mind. Why deny yourself pleasure?
    “I admit,” Trent said, his voice low, “you’re a . . . a very beautiful woman. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to you.”
    He stepped in closer, so close they were almost touching.
    “But,” he said, “I haven’t been with anyone since my wife died. We were together for ten years.”
    Clarissa nodded, feeling suddenly ashamed. He was rejecting her advances, after she’d spent the night imagining that if the bedroom door weren’t locked he’d be all over her.
    She felt like a fool.
    “I still love my wife,” he whispered. “I always will. Even though she’s gone, I’m not sure how I could . . . sleep with anyone else. With you.”
    “No, forget I said anything,” Clarissa said, turning away so he wouldn’t see the shame on her face. What had she been thinking?
    Trent reached out and took hold of her arm, gently pulling her back to him. His grasp was strong, but she wasn’t afraid.
    “Just forget it,” she said, the heat of his hand still encircling her flesh.
    “I don’t want to forget it,” he said. “We both want . . . I do want you. And I think you feel the same the way. We just don’t know what to do with ourselves.” He laughed softly.
    “I feel different around you, Trent,” she admitted. “And you’re right, I have absolutely no idea where to go from here.”
    Suddenly, his mouth was on hers, her body pressed against his. Her passion spiked, and she opened her lips to let him in.
    “What the hell are we getting ourselves into?” he murmured against her lips.
    “Let’s not think about it.” She tentatively wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. He was so tall. Normally a man of his size would have intimidated her, scared her. But instead she felt protected by him.
    His cock hardened against her belly, reminding her of his desire, and of his potential power over her. And yet, she wasn’t afraid. For the first time in a long time, the idea of having sex didn’t fill her with dread or emptiness.
    “I want you,” she whispered.
    “I feel like I’m cheating on her,” he said. “I know I’m not. That she’s gone, forever. That we might not be on this earth for much longer ourselves.”
    “We shouldn’t do anything you’ll regret,” she said. But she said it with her body still pressed against his. She didn’t want to regret anything either, but somehow, this felt more right than anything had since the Pulse.
    He groaned, kissing her again. “Let’s not think about it, like you said.”
    Trent’s hands cupped her ass through her pants, pulling her even closer to him. His cock pushed against her abdomen, and he lifted her in his arms easily, until she straddled his waist.
    “Can I take you into the bedroom?”
    Was she really about to do this?
    Yes.
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    Trent watched Clarissa’s beautiful face carefully, trying to discern any doubt on her part, any sense that she felt pressured. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel pushed into sleeping with him.
    But all he saw was passion. Need.
    Fuck yeah.
    He’d wanted Clarissa from the moment he saw her. How could he not? Her luscious red hair, her pale skin that looked like she was always basking in moonlight. She was beautiful.
    Trent walked with her, holding her with her legs wrapped around him, pushing into the bedroom. At some point she’d made the bed.
    Every primal instinct in him made him want to throw her onto the bed so they could ravish each other.
    Be careful with her, man.
    He had to take it easy, to make sure that she was on board every step of the way.
    “Can I lay you down?” he asked, pressing a desperate kiss against her cheek.
    “Yes.”
    Her long legs sprawled lewdly, and she smiled up at him before closing them.
    “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” he