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He had more room now, taking her breast into his mouth, he pulled at it and Mari felt a sharp pinch of pain.

Her eyes opened and she found herself staring at the ceiling as her nails pressed into his back.

“D-don’t…”

He froze.

Stopped moving in a heartbeat.

Waiting.

She dropped her chin and saw him look up at her, her tightened nipple resting on his bottom lip.

His eyes were haunted, almost pained.

And while she looked him in the eyes, she knew she couldn’t stop this anymore than she could stop the tides.

“Don’t let me fall.”

She was well aware of the double meaning that he could read into her words.

She meant the first way.

Mari felt the metal edge of the old-fashioned countertop pressed into her butt, just an inch or two higher than the tops of her thighs.

If they weren’t careful, she’d slip.

The second meaning?

She was already gone.

She’d fallen for him.

She was just doubting if he felt the same.

He desired her.

That was evident.

There was no mistaking the rock-hard erection she’d felt pressed against her belly when he’d pulled her close.

But did his need mean more than sex?

She hoped so.

He looked at her, his gaze changing from haunted to hungry, and she found that she didn’t care.

Not at the moment.

Later?

Yes, but now?

He put his hands on her hips and pulled her further on the edge.

She tensed, grabbing his shoulders for more purchase.

Her yelp of surprise caught in her throat as he moved one hand between her thighs.