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“Why?”

“Because I need to hear you say the words.”

“I thought I just did.”

“Indulge me.” He stared into the deep chocolate brown of her eyes. “Please.”

“Okay.” Holly nodded and held his gaze. “I’m sure I want you to take me downstairs and make love to me. But only if you want to.”

Chace couldn’t keep the soft laugh from escaping. “You need to ask that after what happened against the wall earlier?”

“You just did,” she reminded him.

Touché.

Then again, if Holly hadn’t been fully on board with what happened between them, Chace had no doubt he’d still be nursing the excruciatingly painful aftereffects of a swift knee straight to his groin. “Well, I guess it’s settled then.” Scooping her into his arms, he carried her downstairs while trying not to think of their destination as his sister’s bedroom.

Nope. For tonight and any other night they shared a bed at Lyss’s, Chace would consider the master suite their private lair. Yep. That definitely had a better and more provocative ring to it, he decided, kicking the door shut behind them.

Without missing a beat, Holly released her left hand from around his neck to turn the lock. “Better to be safe than have to explain what we’re doing to a pair of overly inquisitive first graders.”

Chace couldn’t agree more. “Let’s hope they stay tucked in bed. All…” He paused long enough for Holly to slide down the front of his body. Leaning down, he kissed one corner of her mouth. “Night…” Then the other. “Long.” This time, full on the lips.

Holly flattened her palms against his chest. “While all this is very nice, we’re forgetting two of the most important components of what I told you I wanted.”

“Really?” He nipped at her bottom lip. “I thought I was the most important component.”

“Oh, you are,” she assured him. “But you’ll be even better in that bed,” she hooked a thumb over her shoulder, “without any clothes on that delicious body.”

“You in a hurry?”

“Yes. I am.”

“Why?” Was she afraid she’d change her mind?

Looking up, she laid her palm against his cheek. “Because it’s been a damned long eight years, Chace. And I’m tired of waiting.”

Her admission sucked the breath right out of his lungs.

Slowly, she stepped back and began stripping out of her pajamas. When she finally stood before him wearing nothing but a lacy pink bra and matching bikini panties, she returned her gaze to his and motioned her finger up and down at him. “Your turn.”

Uncertain if he could even blink, let alone move, Chace simply stared at the luscious swells and curves of Holly’s trim and toned body. Memories rushed back like a flash flood. The softness of her skin beneath his hands. The scent of vanilla and cinnamon when he breathed her in. The strength of those long, slender legs wrapped around his waist as he moved inside her, urging him deeper.

And the love shining in her beautiful eyes when they reached the pinnacle of ecstasy as one.

“You need some help?”

Her question shook him out of his reverie. “No.” He yanked his shirt over his head. “I’ve got it.” He kicked off his slides, shucked his shorts, and smiled when her eyes dropped appreciatively to the front of his boxer briefs, where his arousal was clearly outlined.

Her gaze lingered for a few seconds before slowly moving up his torso until her eyes again met his. “Nice to see you haven’t let yourself go.”

“Nice of you to notice.” He gestured toward her with his hand. “You look pretty damned good yourself.” So good, in fact, his blood felt like lava coursing through his veins. Then again, she could have been dressed in a burlap sack, and he’d have had the same reaction and wanted her just as much.

Probably more.

“Thank you.” She pulled in a deep breath. “So, are we gonna just stand here complimenting each other or…” she trailed off.

He took a step toward her when she hesitated. “Or what?”

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