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He took her other nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, sending shocks through her body. “You need what?” he asked, grinning up at her.

She squirmed on top of him. “I need…”

He loosened his grip, letting her lift her hips and sink down onto his cock with a shuddering gasp.

“Oh fuck,” she groaned. “I need this. I need … you.” She couldn’t bear to look at him while she said it, but she heard the small sigh leave his lips.

“You have me,” he said, and she wanted to believe it.

She rocked forward chasing her release. Her clit hit his pelvis with every thrust, his cock hard and throbbing inside her. That’s what she needed. That’s what she’d focus on. Right now, this tangible, ecstatic meeting of their bodies.

And it would be enough.

She rolled her hips, hitting every spot and Theo grinned. “That’s it,” he crooned, holding onto her hips as she moved, moaning and gasping above him. Her breath was ragged, her throat raw from the effort of inhaling and exhaling and moving, moving, moving.

The pleasure built from deep within her, building and building. Her fingers dug tight into Theo’s shoulders, and she had the distant thought that she must be hurting him. She squeezed her eyes closed, her orgasm barreling toward her.

“Look at me.” Theo’s growled demand broke through her frenzy. “Look at me when you come.”

She did. She met his stare, dark and intense, and filled with things neither of them was brave enough to name.

And she shattered. Whimpering and shaking, she held his gaze. She let him see everything, flayed open, raw. A decade of loving him laid bare for him to see. His eyes widened slightly in surprise or acknowledgment or fear, the struggle clear in his tropical-green gaze.

It shouldn’t have devastated her when he squeezed his eyes shut, bucked up into her, and found his own release. But it did.

Chapter Thirty-One

Fee woke up to find Theo staring at her from his side of the bed. Oh, now he makes eye contact. But not when she was having the most intimate moment of her life.

“What?” she asked. “Was I snoring?”

Theo’s mouth curved into a sleepy smile. “A little bit.”

“Liar. You snore, not me.” She closed her eyes again, not ready to face the day. To face the consequences of last night, of everything they showed each other but still hadn’t said.

“How are you feeling?” Theo asked, ignoring her attempts to go back to sleep and hide from her problems.

She opened her eyes again with a sigh. “Kinda tired, actually.” Hint, hint.

“But are you … I mean … are we … okay?”

Ooof … big questions for first thing in the morning.

“I don’t know.”

Theo’s forehead creased in worry.

“I mean, I want us to be,” she added.

She looked at him from across her pillow, this man she’d known for a decade. He’d been her friend and her flirting partner and now her lover and she didn’t know what happened next. They’d crossed a line last night. One that they’d avoided crossing for so long that now she didn’t know how to move forward.

And it had been her fault.

“Do you regret it?” The furrow in his brow deepened.

Fee scooted closer, grabbing his hands in hers. She brought them to her lips and kissed his knuckles. He’d asked her the same question after their snowed-in night at the cabin. The problem was she couldn’t bring herself to regret anything that happened with Theo. She was greedy for every little bit of him, and she wouldn’t give any of it up, wouldn’t do anything differently even if it ended in disaster.

Even if that was selfish.