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“I like that I do. I like that you look at me as if you’re worshipping me with your eyes.” Her chin quivered. “Except for you, I never had a guy friend before. Usually guys just want to get in my pants.”

He had to smile. “Hate to burst your bubble, but I did—I do—too.”

“I know, but that wasn’t the only thing between us. Even though you didn’t tell me about your family before, you told me about you. About your job, your likes, dislikes. We talked. About everything. You used to share stories about who you were seeing, when I asked. There hasn’t been anyone for a while,” she said slowly.

“No.”

“Why?”

“I think you know the answer to that, Kylie.”

She squeezed her eyes closed. “I’m afraid,” she whispered.

Hearing her say those words was one of his worst fears realized, even though logically he knew she didn’t mean she was frightened of him. But today’s display with her ex hadn’t helped ease his mind. “Of me?”

“No. Of me. I want this too much, and after Rob, let’s just say I don’t trust myself to not screw it up.” She let out a broken laugh. “I’m also afraid that I have no choice but to let it play out. Because I don’t think I can walk away.”

The muscles he hadn’t realized he’d tensed relaxed. He’d been dreading the moment she told him she was leaving, figuring she’d only want what they had for as long as she stayed there with him. The moment she had time to think, she’d go back to being sensible and say they should take their time.

He couldn’t take his time. Wanting her was like a blade against his throat, a rope around his cock. The idea of sleeping alone night after night for no real reason had wrecked him, but he’d promised her he could handle it.

Now maybe he wouldn’t have to.

He tugged her to the edge of the mattress and smiled at her raspy inhale. He glanced at the bandage around her ankle, and something inside him went soft. She had to be hurting, and yet she never backed down from a challenge. Or an adventure, whether it was inside or out. “Is that the wine talking or you?”

“Maybe a little of both, but it’s the truth. I just might not be able to say it as easily normally.”

“So if I slip one of those toys inside you, then turn you over and slap your beautiful ass until that butt plug feels huge inside you, until you’re throbbing for my cock, you won’t shriek and run away.”

Now her laughter was throaty. “I’ll shriek and beg for more.”

“And if I take out the plug and shove my cock inside you while I slide that toy in and out of your pussy, you won’t wonder if I’m really building up to demanding we have a fucking orgy, as if any other woman in the world could ever compete with you.”

“No.” She gave him a faint smile. “Because I trust you. With every part of my body, my mind, my heart. I trust you.” She lifted her arms and stretched them over her head, arching her back so that her full breasts strained against her cotton top. “Do what you want with me. To me. With me.”

Emotion moved through him, making his heart race and his gut churn. He’d wanted to hear just those words, and now that he had, they were too much. Her trust overwhelmed him. Something so fragile could be damaged thoughtlessly. Irreparably.

God, she wasn’t the only one who was afraid.

Under his perusal, she took off her top and bra. Then she reclined and widened her thighs as far as she could with the pants around her ankles, smiling like the temptress she was. “I think I’d rather have a ride in here. Fuck the snow.”

The perfume of her arousal swam in his head. “You drive me insane, you know that?” he gritted out.

He cupped her face and slanted his mouth over hers. He kept the kiss light as he grasped one of her breasts, thumbing the nipple with the need he doubted he’d ever tamp down when it came to her. Her eyes shut, lashes fluttering against her cheeks while he eased back to savor her breasts with tongue and teeth.

The eager, yearning sounds she made pushed

him past his control. Soon he was sucking her deep, driven to take her further than she’d ever gone before. Not just sexually. Sex was easy. He wanted to connect with her in a way that wouldn’t fade as quickly as the scent of their lovemaking.

If he couldn’t be anything else to her right now, he could be her friend. The best friend she’d ever had.

He rolled the bead on his tongue over each of her taut peaks, then dragged it down the center of her torso. Her need fragranced the air, and he bent to savor its sweetness, to sip from her center as if she were his own personal chalice. She spread her legs wide, squirming under his erotic assault, while he worked the butt plug in her ass in and out in concert with his tongue in her slit.

Every time she neared orgasm, he shifted his attention to her pussy, gently sucking, drawing his piercing over her sodden flesh and using a single finger to tease her opening as her body clenched to be filled.

“Goddamn you, Justin. You’re going to get it,” she threatened, whacking his side with her heel. “You better let me come.”

Chuckling, he rose. “Oh, hell yeah, I’m definitely going to get it. Especially when it’s so pink and wet, all for me.”

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