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didn’t want to go through that again. “I just don’t see any point in having random sex with a drifter.”
    Joe laughed at her words. “You’ve never had random sex in your life, Marilyn, and I’m no drifter and you know it.”
    He held her so close her body shook with his laughter. “That’s not the point.”
    “What is?”
    “What do you want?” Was it just sex or her? And did she want to the same things? Fourteen years of nothing was a hard habit to break. There was something comforting in being closed down. Opening up led to all sorts of issues like need and longing.
    “I want you.”
    Maz could not hide the shiver that coursed through her body. It was everything she wanted to hear but it also made her fearful. “Why now?”
    Joe’s hands moved in a slow, sensual massaging action up her back to her shoulders. “I have always wanted you.”
    “We haven’t seen each other in fourteen years.” Maz fought not to close her eyes under his gentle assault on her body and emotions.
    His hand reached up to cup her face. “But neither of us has forgotten the other.”
    “Yeah, well some things are hard to forget.” Maz had the ridiculous urge to cry. Joe was so gentle that she wanted to sink into his arms and take from him whatever he gave.
    “I’m sorry I hurt you.”
    “I got over it.” Not.
    Joe shook his head in disbelief. “Did you? Fourteen years later and you’re still thinking about it.”
    “Well, time goes slowly in Amberwarra and things tend to stick in my mind.”
    “Maz, let’s start again.”
    Yes . “No.” She hated being needy.
    He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “We’re good together.”
    His hot breath on her skin made her tremble. “So we have sex.” That was doable. But do I want more? And can I just lose myself in lust and not call it love?
    “If that’s all there is between us.” Joe didn’t sound convinced. “Do you believe that’s all it is, Maz?”
    “Literally?” She would have had to be dead not to feel his cock pushing madly against his trousers in an effort to get to her.
    Joe grinned. “You know what I mean. Would it hurt to feel good?”
    “No.” It would be wonderful. That moment in the gym still had her body lit up like a Christmas tree.
    “So?”
    “Why me?”
    “You know why.”
    And then Joe kissed Maz and any words she was going to use to deflect him from his purpose seemed pointless. She wanted him. It was fact. Her body craved his touch as much as her heart beat its crazy tattoo for him. This was Joe. The only man she had ever loved. Why fight what was on offer? She grabbed at his shirtfront to steady herself. “We need some rules here.”
    “And I need to see you naked.”
    “Joe—”
    He smiled at her. “Oh come on the thigh-high rule was thrown at the window long ago.”
    Yeah, it had been and she wanted her thighs wrapped around him as she came but she needed to set some ground rules first. “No promises of anything. Let’s just enjoy this.” If Joe promised her the moon Maz would want to believe in it. If it was just pure, hot and raw sex then she could deal with that.
    “Okay, for now.” Joe’s hands slid down to the snap fastener of her pants. “But I’m not going to play this all your way.” His hands pushed the fabric off down her hips.
    Never did Maz think for a second he would. She slipped her shoes off and kicked the fabric free from her ankles. She was so wet for Joe it was almost embarrassing. “I didn’t have time to shower from before.”
    “I love the way you smell.” His fingers gripped the sides of her panties and pulled those down as well. “Perfect.”
    “Hardly.” She had spent years collecting the cellulite she had.
    “You are delicious.” Joe’s lips found hers as his hands worked on his belt.
    It was no surprise to Maz that Joe went commando, his cock jumping out as soon as it was freed from its confines. “Eager are we?”
    “Since the moment I drove to the motel.”
    “So what happened