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He wasn’t sure about that at all, but like he was arguing with her? Nope. He had other things to do with her—and to get them on track again, he joined her on the bed, the two of them shimmying up to where the pillows were.
Nalla turned her face into one of them and inhaled. “Fresh laundry.”
He felt himself flush. “I washed the sheets and cases and put them back on before I left.” He put both palms forward. “I wasnottaking for granted that we’d be… where we are. I just thought if maybe—maybe—we, you know, ended up here, you’d appreciate clean everything.”
She snuggled in close and ran her hand up his arm. As her touch registered, his muscles contracted one by one, like they were responding on their own.
“That was really thoughtful of you.”
“Not skeevy, right? ’Cuz honestly… I wasn’t taking anything for granted.”
“Me, too. But I thought about you all day long.”
“You did?”
“Mm-hmm. I wasn’t sure, either. I hoped, though.”
“Me, too.”
For a split second, he couldn’t remember for the life of him why he had ever thought he was cursed. Right now? He felt like he’d won the lottery every night for the last decade…
The conversation dried up at that point, replaced by a furnace blast of heat. And as he kissed her again, slipping his tongue into her, he told himself to take it slow—
That went right out the window as her hands snuck around his waist and she pulled him on top of her. At first, his torso was all that shifted over, but his hips were not going to be denied that kind of opportunity—and she made room for him. Oh, did she ever. They fell into a rhythm almost immediately, the rocking motion making him squeeze his eyes shut and pray for enough self-control that he didn’t come before he was inside of her.
Fuck, if that was the goal, he needed to move things along—
Like she was reading his mind, her hands went between them and he felt tugging at the front of his pelvis, then a glorious release of confinement… followed by a soft grip that was achingly familiar thanks to what they’d done last night.
“I want in you,” he grunted.
“Then come… in me.”
She took over dealing with her jeans, and he ran into a colossal frustration with his boots—fucking laces. But then his shitkickers were off, and his combat pants were off, and then—
Nalla was naked, and lying back in his bed like a total goddess, her hair on his pillow, her breasts so firm and tight, her graceful stomach going into the cleft of her sex, her knees together and off to the side.
“Let me see you,” he said.
She moved in a sensual wave, pivoting her hips flat, bringing her thighs up to her body. Then she parted them, letting her legs fall wide.
He growled so loud, it was a wonder he didn’t wake his neighbors—two miles away.
Gripping himself, he angled the tip of his erection into the core of her, and it was just as he wanted, as he needed, hot and wet, slick and tight, the penetration smooth and in slow motion. When they were joined, he lifted his head and stared into her eyes. Then he kissed her.
After that, he was moving, up and back, up and back. She echoed him once again, finding that rocking motion that kept in rhythm to his hips.
She was perfect. In every way—
Faster now. Faster still.
No more kissing.
Even faster.
At some point, his body took over for the both of them, driving into her harder and harder, until the metal bedframe under the box spring started bumping the wall and she just grabbed on to him, held on to him.
Something scratched his back, and the licks of pain tightened his balls. He knew he was close, but suddenly he was closer and—
