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She’d begged him to make her forget.
He lifted her into his arms and gently set her on the bed. Without a word, he shrugged out of his jeans, then prowled the length of her body. Each brush of skin on skin heightened her arousal. They’d made love in the practice room plenty of times, but tonight, after a whirlwind day, their tempo as a couple had changed. He moved slowly, kissing her forehead, then her nose, then her neck, as he positioned himself at her entrance. This wasn’t frantic, frenzied love-making that had him pumping his cock as he gripped her ponytail and took her hard and fast from behind.
Eye to eye, there was nowhere to hide.
“You feel it, don’t you?” he asked.
His question sent a shiver down her spine.
Yes, she felt it.
The shift. The change in the air. The change in them.
She not only felt it, she craved it, needed it…loved it.
She rested her hands on the pillow, one on each side of her head, and allowed her knees to fall to the sides. Like a flower drawn to the sun’s warmth, she opened to him. He lowered himself, and when his body covered hers in his masculine embrace, he laced their fingers as if he wanted to maintain as many points of contact as possible. He rocked his hips, sliding in slowly, gently, deliberately.
The man knew every inch of her body. Now, he possessed it.
She inhaled a sharp breath, savoring the connection as they moved in an unhurried, easy like Sunday morning cadence. They didn’t need music to set a sensual pace. Their bodies found the perfect rhythm—their rhythm.
Still, it was hard to hold back. It took concentration not to dig her nails into his skin and beg him to make her come.
Methodical and measured, the intensity built slowly like the lines of a song.
The old bedsprings creaked beneath them as their bodies grew slick with sweat and their lusty breaths punctuated the air. She arched her back, trembling beneath him, and he dialed up his pace, giving her what she needed. She tightened around him, no longer in control, unable to hold back.
“Please,” she moaned, not sure if she was on the edge of ecstasy or agony.
Every muscle in his body tightened as he made love to her like his life depended on it.
Thrust after powerful thrust, they accelerated toward the crescendo like a freight train thundering down the track.
She ran her hands down his back, delighting in the hard contours beneath his smooth skin.
But he didn’t kiss her lips. He didn’t nip at her neck. He didn’t lick the lily-white skin beneath her earlobe.
He simply stared into her eyes, and the intensity of his focus set her on fire.
“I see you. I see all of you,” he bit out, passion and fury swirling in his gaze as he surrendered to their demanding, delirious rhythm. The mechanics of their lovemaking came together like the elements in a song. A verse comprised of hip thrusts. The slick sweat between them made up the bridge. He hit the chorus and worked her in decisive, deliberate strokes, grinding against her most sensitive place, knowing how she liked it.
Her breasts heaved. Her nipples tightened into pearls, and her body quaked as they neared the crescendo.
More, harder, deeper.
The pure carnal gratification built between them as the friction of their bodies sizzled with unadulterated lust. The bedsprings noted the quickening tempo and teased the grand finale like a sexual metronome keeping time.
She was close—so close.
He pinned her hands above her head and altered the angle of penetration. “Believe in this. Believe in us. Let me see you. Let me hear you.”
With those words, her last remaining defenses crumbled.
She cried out, swallowed by the crush of her orgasm. Wave after wave and thrust after thrust, their breaths mingled in the inches between them. Hot and demanding, he spilled inside her, pumping furiously as they hovered in that space between heaven and earth where time stood still, and pleasure rained down, hot, wet, and unrelenting.
She clung to him, riding out the surge of endorphins flooding her system until her muscles could no longer comply. Loose-limbed, she sighed as he shifted his body and gathered her into his arms. He stroked her cheek and gave her that boyish grin that had made her weak in the knees for over a decade, except it was just for her.
“What happens now?” she asked, panting to catch her breath.
