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One who didn’t fight back right away, but rather took the time to see what maybe wasn’t so visible before.

The last of the restraint slipped from him as he pulled her closer, kissing her again. Deeper now, slower but full of heat. His hand slid up into her hair, tipping her head back just enough for him to explore her mouth the way he had been clearly wanting to since he walked in.

“Colson…”

His mouth moved to the corner of hers, then down along her jaw. The man she loved, he was taking control. And this was what she wanted.

Someone who knew when to take, when to give, and when to share.

Her hands moved down his chest, grasping the hem of his shirt and lifting it over his head to drop to the floor.

He didn’t even glance at it, too busy kissing her again as he walked her backward toward the bed.

The backs of her knees hit the mattress.

He paused then, just long enough to look at her.

For a moment the room went quiet again, the seriousness from earlier no longer a flicker in his eyes.

He lifted her shirt off her, and together the two of them removed the rest of their clothing, then he lowered her onto the bed, following her down as his mouth never left hers.

Skin to skin. Heat to heat.

Their bodies knew what to do without thought.

He found her opening, slid right in, welcoming him home after a long, hard day.

Missing him, his presence, his strength, his smile.

But this, when they came together exactly as they were now, this was the easiest thing in the world.

His fingers entwined with hers, held them over her head, making her feel trapped in the most delicious way possible.

Then his hips were moving. Slow at first, her meeting him, matching him.

And when their speed shifted into another gear, she was right with him.

Their mouths were still pressed together, their chests the same, the steady warmth and power of his body on hers, in hers, making them one.