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swallowed.
    “Babies?”
    His question was barely more than choked moan. She knew exactly how he felt—she was burning up herself.
    “Pill.”
    Green fire danced in his eyes and he lowered himself toward her, his hands planting on either side of her ribcage, his lips brushing hers. “So is this where I should say coming, ready or not?”
    She grinned, her heart warm. Aidan—the man she’d never seen before, the man turning her on so much she could barely think, was still her Aidan. The bloke that made her laugh. “Oh, I’m more than ready.”
    Aidan stared into her face. “So am I.”
    And in one single, fluid move, he buried himself to the balls inside her.
    “Oh God, yes!” she cried out, arching herself into the searing thrust. He was inside her. Completely and totally. Filling her like no one before, and for a surreal moment all she could think about was how bloody perfectly they fit together and how bloody stupid she’d been not to see that before now.
    And then he slammed into her again, again and again, his face buried into the side of her neck, his hands balling the silk duvet beneath her, and rational thought deserted her.
    There was nothing tender or gentle or even romantic about the way he took her. It was raw and desperate. His breath left him in strangled moans, in shaking hisses through clenched teeth. His penetrations grew faster, harder, and McKenzie rode each one, a frantic need for a connection so long denied, so long ignored, consuming her. There was a power in his thrust, an urgent force she’d never experienced before. It was amazing. It altered everything, as she knew it would, but on such a monumental scale, her mind was lost to it, overwhelmed by it.
    “Yes.” She bucked into his strokes, pulled him into each one, driving his thick length deeper, deeper into her center. “Oh God, God, yes, yes.”
    Her climax claimed her, her orgasm an exquisite eruption. She drove her nails into Aidan’s back, her voice hoarse, just as his savage rhythm broke and he came in thick wads of liquid release she felt fill her very soul.
    Aidan Rogers. Her best friend.
    His strokes grew wilder, erratic, and then, with one last driving thrust, he let out a moan, the sound vibrating through him, turning into a long groan as he slumped on top of her.
    They both lay like that, McKenzie’s mind reeling, her body still thrumming from the pleasure he’d wrought upon her. God, there was no turning back now, was there? No matter what Aidan said next, he’d just given her the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life.
    “Jesus, Mack,” he finally whispered, his face still pressed to her neck, his lips brushing her flesh, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
    Her heart stilled, her blood roaring in her ears. She lay motionless, unsure she’d just heard him correctly. Sorry?
    He’s realized he’s made a mistake. After all these years of wanting you, now he’s realized he was wrong. Just when you’ve finally realized just how right for you he is.
    Her stomach lurched, and she ground her teeth. Tears stung at the back of her eyes, hot and burning.
    Oh, McKenzie, what do you do now?
    “I’m sorry,” Aidan said again, his voice muffled. “I wanted to last longer. I wanted—” he shook his head against her neck, “—to give you so much more.”
    A short, sharp laugh burst from her, relief not just sweeping through her but turning her chilled blood hot. She wriggled beneath him, shifting him enough so she could cup his jaw in her hands. With a no-nonsense push, she raised his head, giving him a hard stare. “Don’t you bloody dare apologize.”
    He gave her a wry smile. “That wasn’t exactly how I planned this to go.”
    McKenzie chuckled. The gravity of their situation beat at her but she didn’t let it take her. Not when she felt this totally, utterly awesome. “Well, considering I pictured you naked and in bed with Nick Blackthorne less than thirty minutes ago, I think the afternoon’s gone pretty well,