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time, around fifteen years ago, when he’d have definitely noticed and might have given Sam something to think about. But those days were long gone.
    And Ford never just dropped by over here. Almost never.
    Shit.
    Drawing back from the kiss, the tender grasp of Ava’s teeth, and that scorching, needful heat in her eyes, he shook his head. “Ava, which apartment?”
    Her eyes slanted over to his door, and he wondered if she was thinking about how many women had seen the other side. Because now he was. And for some reason he didn’t want Ava to be one of the masses. This might be a one-night thing—which was pretty much his M.O. with women. Even when he was with the same woman a number of times, it was almost always a series of single nights, separated by other single nights with other women—but despite that time-frame similarity, this wasn’t the same.
    Not even close.
    He practically lived in Ava’s apartment. They cooked their meals together there, spent the free hours of their mornings and evenings together. Heck, he’d helped her pick out nearly every piece of furniture in the place. It was
their
space—more comfortable than any he’d ever been in—and he wondered if bringing something into it that went beyond the “friendly” it was built on would be a mistake. If it would somehow taint a space that meant almost as much to him as the woman he essentially shared it with.
    Only then Ava was looking back at him, her smile burning away thoughts of anything but spending as many hours making that mouth his as she’d give him. “My bed seriously doesn’t see enough action. Upstairs?”
    He swallowed past the lump that formed in his throat with that admission.
    The sort of misplaced chest-thumping reaction at knowing he was going where not many had been before…he shouldn’t get off on that. It made him feel like a dog, but he was too far gone to stop. All he could do was catch her mouth with his and reach down until he had the backs of her thighs in his hold and he’d hoisted her up. Legs locked around his hips, Ava laughed, nuzzling into his neck past his shirt collar, running her teeth over his jaw as he took the stairs two at a time.
    He came to a reluctant stop. “Your dress and—”
    “Later.” Her legs tightened around him. “I need you.”
    “You’re going to kill me,” he ground out, mentally repeating that, no, he could not set her back on the stairs and do her right there. No way.
    Rubbing herself against him, she sighed, “Would it be such a bad way to go?”
    Easy answer. “Hell no.”
    At her door he set her down, let her lean against the wall as he held her wrists over her head and pressed a thigh between her legs, kissing her while he used his key to let them in. When the door opened, she backed inside, leading him by his tie past the overflowing built-in shelves he’d installed and giving him the sense for the first time in his life the accessory wasn’t worthless after all. She tugged him past the dining room table they’d refinished together and he thought about putting her on top of it. But as if sensing the direction of his thoughts, she shook her head, leading him the rest of the way.
    Once they made it to her room, a space he’d visited a hundred times before—a space that didn’t see enough action—Ava’s touch turned hypnotic, the smooth stroke of her soft hands making him want to take it slow. Make it last. She slipped the tie from around his neck. Worked the buttons down his shirt and pushed it over his shoulders, then down his arms.
    She gathered his T-shirt at his sides and pulled it over his head. Then, her eyes locked with his, carefully she undid his belt and slid her open palm over the front of his pants.
    Fuuuck.
    Her fingers curved around him and he watched her pupils go wide, her breath catch, and the pink tip of that wicked tongue wet the swell of her bottom lip.
    Sam snapped.
    Catching Ava by her knees, he tossed her back on the bed, following her down