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I was afraid what I had to give her might be just that for a few rounds at least. “Don’t say that unless you mean it.”
“You think I don’t mean it?” It was a challenge, issued in her sublimely velvet voice.
I stood so violently that it sent my chair back crashing into the wall.
She stood more slowly, nonplussed, never breaking our locked gazes. “I’ll show you my bedroom,” she said and smoothly made her way to the back of the house.
I followed, breathing down her neck like the big bad wolf.
“Where do you live now?” she asked me without turning or stopping. “Not in Denver, I assume.”
“I’m between places. On the road, mostly, staying at druid crash pads between jobs.”
“Is that by choice? Are you able to live in one place or does your job not permit it?”
“It was a choice.”
I followed her into her bedroom and instantly went to the bed, sitting on the edge of it and staring at her, studying her some more in large, hungry bites.
She was dressed much differently than the last time I’d seen her, in slacks and a blazer. Almost like a man except that her curves and graceful, lithe figure made it all hyper-feminine, the masculine attire accentuating the fact that she was anything but.
“I like your hair long,” I told her.
She moved closer to me, reaching behind me and freeing my hair from its tie. She ran her hands through it with long, slow strokes, and I closed my eyes with pleasure. It hung just past my jaw now. “Yours is long, too. I love it. Remember how short it was when we were together?”
I didn’t answer. She knew I remembered everything from when we were together.
She was close to me, her standing, me sitting. I opened my legs and she fit herself between them, hugging my head to her soft, heavy breasts. I inhaled her, palms flat on the bed. I knew the second I touched her it was lights out, and I was hanging on by a thread.
She bent down, her chest moving unfortunately away from my face, her lips coming to my ear. “Are you feeling particularly beastly right now, lover? I meant what I said. Do your worst. I won’t break.”
I snapped and thoroughly lost it for a while. She meant what she said. She could take it. She could take everything I had to dish out, which was fortunate.
I had her flat on her back on the bed, our clothes gone, when I came even a little back into my own control. I was kissing her like she held the air I needed to breathe as I pounded into her with deep, devout focus.
She took it all with shuddering, encompassing submission. She went against her very nature to yield to what I needed, which was to lower her guard and give me her total, abject surrender.
I had the enormous urge to do absolutely everything to her, but for the first few times it would just be this, my body consuming hers, hers giving way, embracing mine, unfolding to my brutal attention until I finished with deep pulses of choking pleasure that crescendoed into sweet, overwhelming oblivion.
I came wholly back into reason in stages, but I never stopped, never subsided for the duration of it. I was a passenger to my savage devouring of her for hours, spending my body in hers until there was nothing left to give, her body receiving mine until it was topped up and overflowing.
She was smiling at me when I finally went still, and it was a relief. It had been many rounds of me being less than gentle, being mindless enough to do damage without realizing.
I was still on her and in her as she fingered the ends of my long hair. “I love your hair,” she told me, “I can’t get enough of it. If you love me, you’ll never cut it again.”
“I won’t cut it again.” It was a promise. “You don’t get to cut yours either,” I told her. “And I love you more than life, but you know that.”
“I won’t cut mine either,” she agreed. “And you know I love you, too. I’m sorry I left you like that.”
“Never again,” I told her softly and fervently. “You’re mine now, and I’m keeping you this time.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
JUST A BLINK
I was yanked out of the past unceremoniously. On my hands and knees, I looked up at the creature.
It had changed.
