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Awareness settled between her legs and she rolled abruptly onto her back to halt his exploration.
His hand rested on her belly as he rose up on one elbow to peer down at her. His short hair was flattened on one side, and the stubble on his chin highlighted that perfect masculine dimple. Amusement and desire glinted in the impossible blue. Her breath squeezed under her diaphragm.
He’d always looked so gorgeous in the morning—all rumpled and sexy and usually a little surly. He’d never been much of a morning person, unlike her. But he didn’t look surly now. He looked relaxed and devastatingly sexy.
‘I didn’t plan to stay the night,’ he said, by way of explanation. ‘But seeing as I’m here...’
His hand edged down, that marauding thumb brushing the top of her sex. Her belly trembled in anticipation.
‘This isn’t a good idea,’ she murmured, trying to convince herself to push his hand away.
Pressing his face to her neck, he nuzzled kisses along her jaw. ‘Nope.’
The tremor of awareness drew her the rest of the way out of sleep and into sharp, aching need. He cupped her, slid his fingers through her slick folds, locating the knot of desire with pinpoint accuracy.
She gasped and rolled towards him, letting him lift the soft cotton shirt over her head and throw it away. He captured one aching nipple with his lips as his fingers continued to work their magic.
Memories assailed her of waking up just like this, with his hands and tongue and teeth beckoning her out of sleep and into ecstasy. She pushed back the rush of memory, the sapping tide of romanticism, until all that was left was the hot, hard demand of sexual need.
She desired Dane—she always had. But that was all it had ever been.
Reaching out, she cradled the bulge confined behind a layer of denim. ‘Why are you wearing your jeans in bed?’
‘Stop asking dumb questions,’ he grumbled. ‘And help me out of them.’
She didn’t need any more encouragement. This was wrong, and they both knew it, but it didn’t seem to matter any more. In a few short hours they will have declared the end of their marriage. And she wanted him here, now, more than she’d ever wanted any man. Just once more.
She released the button fly with difficulty, to find him long and hard beneath stretchy boxers.
‘Take them off,’ she demanded, pleased to hear the power, the assurance in her voice.
She was taking control. He couldn’t walk all over her any more. And here was the proof.
But as he threw the covers back and divested himself of the last of his clothes she found herself feeling strangely vulnerable as he climbed over her, caging her in.
‘Tell me exactly what you want, Red. I want to make you come so hard you scream.’
The words excited her beyond bearing. And terrified her, too. Reminding her of the boy who had once taken her to places no other man ever had.
She’d never been coy about sex, but she’d never been bold either—except with him.
Folding her hand around his huge length, she flicked her thumb across the tip, trying to regain control. Regain the power. Adrenaline rushed through her as his thick erection jerked against her palm.
His mouth took hers as his fingers delved into her hair and he angled her head to devour her. The scrape of his beard ignited tender skin...her tongue tangled with his.
He reached across her to grab a condom from the bedside table.
She took it from him. ‘Let me.’
‘Go ahead,’ he said, relinquishing control.
The fire in his eyes was full of approval, and a desire that burned her to the core. No other man had ever desired her the way he had.
She fumbled with the foil packet, her skin flu
shing at his strained laugh.
He chuckled. ‘You need more practice.’
