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Irrevocably.
    Or take it to a level you never imagined.
    Or realized you wanted.
    “Aidan…” she whispered, wishing she could see inside his head. Was this just sex for him? Or something else? Something…
    “You truly have no idea how long I’ve ached for this, Mack.”
    His proclamation, spoken with an almost dazed disbelief, sent a shiver through her. Not just through her sex, but through her . All of her.
    “What?” She needed to know. “What have you ached for?”
    “You.”
    The answer was simple. Honest.
    “Why didn’t you tell me before?”
    “Because I almost…because the thought of you rejecting me…” He left the sentences unfinished, but what he didn’t say made her belly flip.
    Oh God. This wasn’t just two friends fooling around now. This was…huge.
    “If you want me to stop…” he continued, dragging his hands up her waist only to halt them at the curve of her ribcage just below her breasts. His face was tight with tension, his jaw clenched. “I will. But you need to tell me now.”
    Stop? Was he kidding?
    Her reaction was instant and raw and it told her what her stupid brain couldn’t. The second he’d even uttered the word “stop” she knew she didn’t want him to.
    She buried her fingers in his choppy mess of hair to stare into his eyes. “If you stop, I will be forced to slap you senseless.”
    A soft chuckle vibrated through him, the dimples in his cheeks flashing into existence. “I thought of doing something else to you until you were senseless only a little while ago.”
    She cocked an eyebrow at him, rolling her hips again in an attempt to stroke her sex over the confined pole of his cock. Damn, she wanted to feel that inside her. Wanted it so much she actually ached. “And what was that, Rogers?”
    His eyes twinkled green fire. “This.”
    He spun her away from the door and, three strides later, threw her on to the suite’s main bed, a massive king-sized number covered in silk and cushions. She squealed in shocked delight, the sound captured by his mouth as he dropped on top of her.
    His hands roamed her torso, up to her throat, back down to her hips. He squeezed her arse cheeks before raking one hand down the back of her thigh and tugging her leg up. She willingly obeyed his unspoken direction, wrapping her leg around his hip to grind her pussy up and down his still-constrained cock.
    “I want to make love to you, Mack.” His breath was ragged, his eyes ablaze. “Right now.” He slipped one hand under the hemline of her shirt, his fingers brushing her bare flesh beneath.
    She sucked in a swift gasp, the contact somehow more electric, more arousing than any she’d ever had before.
    Of course it is, McKenzie. This isn’t just anyone. This is Aidan. The guy’s had your heart in his pocket since you were kids. Even if you didn’t know it.
    She whimpered, bringing her hand to his as she arched her back. She wanted him to touch her breasts. Not just touch them, but cup them, squeeze them. She wanted to feel the callused strength of his hands mold her soft flesh, hands skilled in extinguishing heat now on the verge of setting her on fire. She wanted to feel him possess her.
    “Then what the hell are you waiting any longer for?” she asked, directing his hand up to her breast. Over it.
    “Oh God, McKenzie.” He moaned, his body stiffening as his fingers found her pleasure-swollen flesh.
    He dragged his thumb over her rock-hard nipple, teasing it through the thin lace of her bra. It puckered harder to his touch, as if it too said, “Yes, why have you taken so long to do this?”
    Her breaths grew shallow, more rapid with every stroke of his thumb pad. But it wasn’t enough. It was torture.
    “Please…”
    Like he always knew when she wanted popcorn at the movies, like he always knew when she needed chocolate, like he always always knew when she needed to hear his voice and called her from the fire station, now it seemed he knew exactly what she wanted him to do