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know what’s wrong with me…”
    But I did.
    “I think I’m just so…”
    Lanie rocked my hips, grinding his erection to the place she needed it most. Hell, I needed it most too. This was my body, after all. “Grateful,” she finished for me. My clitoris gave me a burst of pleasure, and I curled my fingers harder against him.
    “Juliet—” I heard his pain and I also heard his need.
    “It’s okay,” Lanie whispered with my voice. My lips pressed to his ear, my heart pounding, my body melding to his, wanting his…but it was her soul that said it. I simply agreed.
    Something in him must have recognized it because his hands came up to cup my ass. His lips sought mine and crushed them almost violently, tongue stroking over mine as he kissed me deeply. He abandoned his guilt and his fear and his pain. He was going for it, and a thrill shimmered up through me from my pelvis to my belly button to tickle at the back of my throat. My internal muscles flexed against nothing at all but my own desire.
    “Forgive me,” I said, moving so I could attack his belt. Yes, it was me. I realized as we sat there, groping in his truck like teenagers, that I wanted this too. I needed this too. For a split second, I worried about how Lanie would feel but when I paused I heard, Go.
    I went.
    His cock was hot and hard in my hand—perfection in flesh. I tightened my fist around his length, and he made a rough sound. Not quite a groan, not quite a sob. His hand cupped the back of my head making me feel secure and wanted. My nipples peaked, and I pressed myself to all of him, my thighs trembling from holding myself over him on the bench seat of the old truck. His kiss was all need and heat now.
    “I don’t know why—”
    “Shh,” I said. Lanie backed me up. No talking now. Later. But now…this.
    I reached under my old-fashioned white nightgown, thanking the gods of clothing choice for billowy, soft, floaty fabric. I pushed my panties aside and ran the tip of him along my wet folds, making the breath in my lungs still. I felt Lanie’s essence expand and contract and expand again, a second heartbeat under my skin. I thought beyond her desire to say, “I’m clean. And protected. You don’t have to believe me but I’m—”
    “Me too, me too,” he said and that was all I needed.
    Elijah held my hips as I lowered myself onto him. My fingers digging into his shoulders, my forehead tilting forward to press to his. It was all a hushed stillness but for the sound of the heater and skin and cotton mixed with our breath.
    “This is crazy,” he said, but his voice was humbled and awed. I nodded, moving down a bit faster, swinging my hips just so I hit all the right places deep inside myself.
    He groaned, lips pressing to the thumping skin above my pulse. He chuckled and the part of me that was Lanie reveled in the beloved sound. The part of me that was me found it endearing. “I have to say…” He moved up fast, hands clutching my hips and holding me steady so he could drive deeper inside me. “It won’t be long. I’m sorry. It’s been ages since I—”
    “Shh. Me either. I know. So, so long.” With that, he moved just right and hit the perfect place, and I came, kissing him fiercely like he could save me from myself, from Lanie’s pain and his loss.
    Elijah wrapped his arms around my waist, pinning me flush to his body. He moved in short brutal thrusts, kissing me back and that was that. He surrendered to his own body and the pleasured sounds that came out of him made me smile.
    We sat there in the morning light, on a thankfully deserted street, his beat up truck parked under a big oak tree in front of my house. Foreheads pressed together, bodies still fitted tightly to one another. “Wow. I don’t’ know where that came from.”
    “Me either,” I lied.
    Lanie leaned in and kissed him, trailed her tongue along his plump lower lip so he sighed.
    “I swear I’m not—”
    “Me either. But I must admit, you are pretty