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“Take your shorts off,” he ordered as he slid out of his own, grabbing a condom from his pocket before he was too far gone to care. He almost already was.
He heard her gasp and winced. Hell. How could he have forgotten the jagged scar along his left lower abdomen?
“What happened?”
“Long story.” He didn’t want to talk about what had happened in Shiara right now. Not ever really.
She ran her finger over the puckered skin, but Trace was having no more of it. He didn’t want her pity or whatever that was in her eyes. He wanted the passion from before she’d seen his damaged flesh. The passion that was still there and that he was determined to hold onto.
He ripped open the condom, had the prophylactic on in record speed, and rolled on top of her. “You’re sure?”
Rolling her eyes at his question, she lifted her hips to where he nudged against her. “Please.”
Making sure to support his weight, Trace pushed into her. Slow and steady at first, then faster, until he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but feel as the amazing heat between their bodies built, then combusted.
She cried out in release before he did, but just barely as he toppled over right behind, then collapsed.
“I forgot,” she whispered against his throat, her arms wrapped tightly around him as she held him close. “I forgot how amazing sex was with you.”
He propped himself up on his elbows and stared down at her, at the awe and joy in her sated eyes. Something shifted in his chest. He didn’t know how to label it, just that she moved him in powerful ways.
“I didn’t,” he admitted, kissing the tip of her nose. “I’ve thought about you, this, a million times.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
STILL TRYING TO catch her breath, Chrissie stretched to where she could kiss Trace.
Thank goodness she’d decided to take full advantage of him being close and wanting her.
The man was amazing. Simply and purely amazing.
He still felt amazing and full between her legs, almost to the point that she’d question whether or not he’d orgasmed. Almost.
She squeezed her inner thighs around him, eliciting a manly growl.
“Unless you’re prepared for round two, I’d advise you not do that again, because, lady, you make me feel like Superman.”
Although she was sweaty and breathy from round one, Chrissie gave him a look that hopefully left no doubt in his mind of what she wanted. She planned to take advantage of every second with him. With a saucy smile, she squeezed her thighs again and liked the light that instantly lit in his hot gaze.
Later, much later, she would question him on what had happened to his beautiful body.
* * *
The following morning, Chrissie stood on her tiptoes to the side of the main stage and listened to the farewell program with a heavy heart.
She had slept in Trace’s tent with him the night before. They’d had to be quiet, to keep their movements and reactions under control, but they had made love. Twice.
She was a little sore today, but not so much that she didn’t wonder if they’d get the opportunity to make love again, before she headed back to Chattanooga that afternoon.
Back to Joss. Trace’s son.
She sucked in a breath and reminded herself the same thing she’d reminded herself of over and over during their night together. She wasn’t going to go there.
Currently, Agnes was on the main stage giving a final speech and congratulations to all the participants and volunteers on the fabulous job they?
??d done. Between the previously obtained participant sponsors and the multiple weekend events, they’d raised seven figures to further their cause and Agnes couldn’t be prouder.
Having worked the night before, Alexis had headed out that morning after exchanging numbers with Chrissie and promising that they would get together again at some point in the future.
