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For the briefest moment she stiffened in his embrace, her eyes searching his, then she relaxed and guided his mouth to hers.
She kissed him long, hard, deep, leaving him breathless.
“I. Want. You.”
He wanted her, too. He was pretty sure he told her somewhere during the time he stripped off her panties and then his boxers.
The way Eleanor’s eyes ate up his bare flesh set him afire, made him ache for her touch, for her body.
She looked at him as if she couldn’t wait another moment to feel him against her. To feel him inside her.
Maybe she couldn’t because she tugged on his shoulders, pulling him to her and wrapping her delectable legs around his.
Hands were everywhere.
Mouths were everywhere.
They touched desperately.
They touched with need, committing each other’s bodies to memory, learning every nuance, lighting fires that burned wickedly hot.
When Ty couldn’t stand another moment, he thrust deep between her welcoming thighs, plunging into almost blinding pleasure, knowing she’d rewritten much more than his definition of pleasure.
Ellie’s cry of satisfaction was everything.
CHAPTER SIX
WHAT HAD SHE DONE?
Not that Eleanor didn’t know.
She’d spent the night in Ty Donaldson’s bed. Now she knew exactly why all his exes smiled and thought he was the most awesome thing ever.
He was.
Wow.
She rolled over and looked at his sleeping form lit by the streaks of early-morning light. He was beautiful. Truly deep-down beautiful. One of God’s loveliest creations.
She wanted to reach out and touch him, to stroke her finger over the strong planes of his cheek, to feel the soft wisps of his hair, to feel the full softness of his lips. But she kept her hands to herself.
She wouldn’t risk waking him. No way did she want to see the disappointment that would dawn in his eyes when he realized what they’d done, who he’d spent his night with.
Then again, spending the night with a woman was no big deal for Ty. Just because it was something she never did, it didn’t make their night out of the ordinary for him.
To Ty, she was just another of a long string of women he’d made love to.
Had sex with.
Sure, with the way his hands and mouth had worshipped her body, she’d felt like she’d been made love to. But she wasn’t so naive as to not realize the truth.
Somehow she managed to get out of the bed without waking him. Desperate for a fast escape, she snatched a pair of way-too-big drawstring running shorts and a T-shirt from the floor, gathered her gown and clothing.
Her heart pounded faster, harder. So loud she couldn’t believe Ty didn’t wake. Maybe he only faked sleep because he didn’t want to face her any more than she wanted to face him. Maybe he wished she’d hurry and get out of his apartment.
The muscles in her chest tightened, squeezing her rib cage almost painfully. Her hands sweated so badly that she almost dropped her clothes.
She sucked in one last breath, storing the vision of the sheet draped low on his waist to memory, knowing that seeing him like this, his beautiful body relaxed and completely loved by her, would never happen again.
