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belief tomorrow, but it didn’t matter now. Ren went still as her body accommodated his size, but then all bets were off as he withdrew slowly to finally slam deep, high, and hard deep inside her slick channel. Each thrust pressed her clit and brushed along the sensitive bundle of nerves that nestled behind her pubic bone.
    Sadie trembled and couldn’t stop as he fucked her. In. Out. Deeper. Slower. Then faster and harder. All she could do was hang on, enjoy and pray this never ended. Water sloshed from the sides of the tub but it just didn’t matter. Nothing was more important than this savage display of fucking by a man who knew his way around a woman’s body. Far in the back of her mind loomed the realization that no one would ever compare to Ren and the way he touched her, fucked her, and treated her as if she were the last woman on Earth.
    Ren latched onto a nipple, sucking it into the warmth of his mouth, and she felt the lash of his tongue and the slight nipping of his teeth on her tender flesh. Crying out, she moved over him, reveling in the moment and in him until lust crashed over her, a heavy, drenching wave that finally carried her over the edge into bliss.

Chapter Four
    The car she’d rented after landing in Key West had certainly come in handy. Sadie eyed Ren sitting behind the wheel, noting the way he filled up the small space. By unspoken consent, they knew they’d be spending the rest of their short time together, and that was fine with her. Better than fine. Sadie planned to enjoy him for as long as possible.
    For most of the morning, she’d tried to block thoughts of him heading off into unknown danger. Keeping scary images at bay was so damn hard. He’d been abnormally quiet during their intimate breakfast and now, as they drove toward the house where Team Arapaho was staying, he remained silent.
    Thinking.
    A dangerous thing…thinking…and Sadie knew the signs of a man who was deep in thought.
    Florida sunshine beat heavily upon the small compact car as they pulled up at the gate of movie star, Brice Benson’s house. House. Hmph. An understatement considering the size of the massive structure. As they paused for Ren to punch in a number at the entrance gate, she struggled to pull her tongue back into her mouth. “Wow. This place is the size of a small country. It’s gorgeous.”
    Ren grinned and glanced her way. “Far cry from the houses back home, huh? It was really a coup for us that Dagger is friends with the guy and he let us bunk here while we’re in Key West. We’re definitely not used to such fancy digs.”
    “Are you sure you don’t want to stay here instead of at my hotel?”
    He cruised through the circular drive, stopped in front of two elaborate front doors and after braking to a stop, leaned in close. The scent of soap and red-hot man swam through her senses. “There’s no place I’d rather be than with you, Sadie, so wherever you are is what suits me best.” He prefaced the comment by sinking his fingers into her hair and pulling her close. His warm breath caressed her face seconds before he kissed her long and slow. After several heart-stopping moments, he drew back long enough for her to become lost in his soft gray eyes. “Besides, I like the privacy of your room. I’m not done with you, Doc. Not by a longshot.”
    “Good to hear it, because I have hot plans for later.” After sending the most lecherous look she could muster up and then down his body, she grinned at him, hoping the desperation she felt didn’t show. The clock was her enemy as bittersweet emotion barreled its way through her heart. She wasn’t done with him either. She never would be.
    On a mission to gather his things, they stepped from the car and met a small army of maids heading into the house. The troupe of women smiled, obviously recognizing him, and Ren chatted with them, his mastery of Spanish very clear, as they allowed them into the mansion.
    “Spanish, too? I’m so