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Ava’s hands were gripping Sam’s shoulders, her knees widening as far as she could push them. She wanted more. She wanted everything.
    And when Sam took his next stroke, it was full length, giving her the hard nudge of his head at her womb followed by the firm kiss of his groin against the spread of her sex. Her body seized, clenching around him.
    “You ready to come for me, Ava?” he asked, his voice a deep rumble she felt through all the places they touched.
    Another clench, and Sam’s nostrils flared, the muscle at his jaw ticking.
    She nodded, words completely beyond her.
    And it must have been good enough for Sam, because he rocked his hips, somehow changing the point of penetration and catching her clit between their bodies in a way that had Ava’s world blowing apart. And then Sam was sliding in and out of her, catching that pleasure center of nerves with every stroke so her climax struck like a wrecking ball, crashing through her again and again, going on and on.
    Sweat broke out across Sam’s brow, along his neck and shoulders. Taunting her as one bead after another rolled over muscles flexing with his every thrust. She couldn’t resist. Leaning up, she caught the drop rolling down the center of his chest, letting the salty essence explode on her tongue as Sam slammed into her body.
    “Fuck, Ava, that’s so good.”
    She licked again, swirling her tongue over his chest, savoring the taste of this man she’d fantasized about for too many years to count. And then Sam’s arm was behind her back, and he was pulling her up, still buried to the hilt as he sat back on his knees. They were upright, face-to-face, Sam’s strong hands firm on the sides of her ass. He lifted her over his shaft, giving gravity its head as she slid down, taking him deep and hard again and again—until she was there. Tumbling over the edge, with Sam’s roar following her down.
    And then they were still, the only movement the rise and fall of their chests as, staring into each other’s eyes, they fought for their breath. Sam was still inside her, but it was over. And the pressure now building within her wasn’t from her womb. It was in her heart. The betraying organ threatening to burst with all the words she could never say, emotions she wasn’t supposed to have, and tears she could never let Sam see her shed.
    Even now they were too close to the surface for the way Sam was searching her eyes. Which meant that as much as she wanted to stay like this with him for every second he gave her, she needed to sever the connection, and fast.
    —
    Sam was still sucking air and wondering if he was ever going to be able to move again, when Ava’s head dropped against his shoulder. For a second there he thought she wanted to be held. To cuddle for a while. And he’d been down with the idea, tightening his arms around her slim body. But before he could shift them down onto the bed, her hands came up in a half-slap against his chest and, leaning back with a satisfied sigh, she flashed him a saucy grin.
    “Oh man, did I ever need that.”
    His brows shot toward the ceiling as Ava bounced back on the bed, grabbing up the ratty flannel robe she kept hooked over the headboard. Slipping it on, her hot factor should have nose-dived down to levels of unsexy reserved for wandering vagrants, only that’s not the way it went. Her dark hair was mussed up, that crazy-soft mouth swollen from his kisses, and the oversized robe half hung off one shoulder. Add to that the split showing a near criminal stretch of thigh and the plunging vee where the panels crossed too low, and Sam was thinking he’d never look at that robe the same way again.
    Or Ava.
    No, scratch that. He’d seen a side of Ava she hadn’t shown him before. But after tonight—hell, after twenty minutes from now—he wouldn’t look at her any differently than he had before.
    He wouldn’t let himself, because he owed it to the both of them not to.
    “Yeah, Ava, me too.”
    She rolled