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He clamped his hands on her waist. She gasped, surging into his touch, into a carnal kiss. Throwing her on the bed, he stripped her with a brutal need. The rough desire in his shaking hands only ignited her.

She tore at his shirt and ripped open his jeans to get at the throbbing velvet of his unrelenting cock. Hot kisses landed on her throat, the tops of her breasts. He captured her nipples and sucked until she arched.

Spreading her legs wide, she urged him with pleas. “Bury your fingers in my pussy, lover. I need you stretching me.”

“Fuck!” Running his hand up her inner thigh, he located her soaking folds and thrust two fingers deep.

She rocked. Clenched on his long digits. With one hand planted on the bed beside her, he leaned over to watch her face as he fingered her in slow, thorough strokes.

Her hips rose to meet him. Juices soaked his fingers more with every plunge.

With a dark look that bordered on a glower, he dragged his fingers past her inner walls. When he pulled them free, she cried out.

In a swift move, he dropped between her legs, hooked her calves over his shoulders and went down on her.

“Oh god!” Her clit throbbed under the point of his smoldering hot tongue. He flattened it to her body and lapped until her moans turned to harsh cries.

“Clay! I’m…” The rest of the sentence was lost in a strangled groan as her release slammed her.

She only pulsated twice before his cock filled her.

He went still. “Fuck. Condom.”

“Forget it! Fuck me.”

“Lark—”

She bracketed his face in her hands and kissed him long and deep. Swinging his hips back, he slid his cock through her slick walls.

He slammed deep. Once, twice.

Then pulled out and made a dive for his jeans. Thank god he’d pilfered her purse for a supply of condoms—and had the strength to use them.

The short break was enough to bring her brain cells back into alignment. She was not in a place in her life to have a child…but the prospect of having Clay’s didn’t frighten her.

Her thoughts were cut off again, sent into a whirlpool of sensation as he sank into her pussy in one smooth, nonstop stroke.

Their gazes locked, and what she could only call…lovemaking…began.

ChapterFifteen

Clay had walked away from a lot of things in life. He’d changed careers several times. Left a bad relationship with a woman he once believed he wanted to share all his days with.

Leaving Lark’s bed was probably the hardest thing he’d ever done.

After a pounding orgasm that shook him to the core and rocked her with another shaking release, she’d slept in his arms. Clay’s mind refused to shut off, and he spent the rest of the hours before dawn staring at her beautiful face and wondering what the hell he was going to do with her.

What he was going to do with himself now that she’d changed him.

How it happened—and in a few short days—he didn’t know. She barreled into his life and broke him open. Anybody else could cross him and feel the heat of his wrath, but he was only softness and heart for Lark.

Sneaking out of the house and leaving her in Quaide’s capable hands had been his only recourse at that moment, but he hated to think of her waking and finding him gone, even if there was no way in hell he could stay away from her now.

I’ll come back to you soon, doll.He sent the promise out into the universe and wasn’t surprised to get a sassy reply in return.

You bet your ass you will, Clay Lexis. We have unfinished business.

He wanted to sit longer behind the wheel of Julius’s truck he was still in possession of and dwell on exactly what that business could be, but people were starting to file into the church for their meeting.

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