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“Me on top,” she whispered.
His eyes flashed heat. “Yes, ma’am.”
He sprawled on his back and took her by the waist as she straddled him. From there it was only a matter of heartbeats and ragged breaths to join their bodies.
Wynn watched her as he thrust deep. She felt starved for oxygen. The pleasure was intense, bordering on discomfort. Why had she thought she could handle this? He was too much in every way.
Because she could see the joining of their bodies and the way his chest heaved as he focused his attention on giving them both what they wanted, the moment was even more intense.
“I missed you,” she whispered. “Every day for months and months.”
His mouth tightened. “Don’t say that. I don’t want to know.”
The sharp rebuke confused her.
Suddenly, Wynn rolled and put her beneath him, his expression tight with concentration and arousal. “You’re going to come for me again, Fliss.” He covered her mouth with his hand. “But I don’t know how soundproof these walls are.”
The command and the way he muffled her voice sent her over the edge. Just as he hammered into her and groaned in release, Felicity came for the third time, her body reaching and reaching and shattering into boneless joy.
They dozed for an hour, entwined in an embrace of arms and legs and damp skin. When Felicity roused from her catnap, she lay very still and tried to memorize the perfect moment. There wouldn’t be many of these, that much she knew.
When she saw the time, she shook his shoulder. “You should go back to your room,” she whispered. “Before anyone sees.”
“I know,” he said. The two words were filled with grumpy, sleepy, masculine displeasure.
He kissed her throat, moved to her lips and totally destroyed her with what felt like tenderness.
But that was only a mirage. Tenderness was something a man and a woman exchanged in a forever relationship. Wynn Oliver didn’t do forever.
He muttered as he found his sleep pants and donned them. After picking up the two condoms, he waved them in the air. “Cheated,” he said. He tucked them in his pocket. “I was cheated.”
She stood and wrapped her arms around his neck, loving the way he palmed her bottom and held her close. “Good night, Wynn,” she said.
His sex was already at attention. “Good night, Fliss.” He kissed her temple and released her.
As he walked to the door, she had to stifle the urge to call him back. She wasn’t ready to let him go.
Wednesday morning was not pleasant.
It started out nice. Wynn and Missy and the baby came to Felicity’s room at eight thirty for room service. The adults played with Ayla on the big bed. Missy answered questions about her college experiences and her future plans.
It was fun and relaxed and perfectly normal.
But eventually, Felicity had to face her responsibilities.
After Missy left to put the baby down for a morning nap, Wynn stretched and rotated his head on his neck. He groaned. “I could use more sleep.”
Felicity smiled. “Me, too, but I don’t mind.”
He sobered. “Are you ready to go?”
They had an appointment at the funeral home at ten thirty.
She wrinkled her nose. “Not really. I’ve attended funeral services over the years to support friends and colleagues, but I usually pop in and out.”
“Is that why you didn’t go through the receiving line when Shandy died?” His gaze was curious, not judgmental.
“No. That was because I didn’t want to talk to you face-to-face. Especially not with a hundred other people listening.”
