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“But you’ll miss me?” he suggested, inviting her closer by guiding her hand up to the back of his neck.
She flowed into him and he dipped his head to kiss her as naturally as he always had.
When her other hand splayed against his rib cage, he paused, but she wasn’t pressing in protest. She roamed her palm against his side, then slid her hand around to his back, leaning into him until her curves were flat against his front.
His brain turned inside out.
He let his crutches fall and grasped at the rail to keep himself firmly on his feet while he hooked his other hand behind her neck, dragging her that inch closer so he could kiss her the way he’d been needing to since she’d awakened in Rome and stared at him as though he was a stranger.
A jolt of surprise went through her, then she moaned into his mouth and melted against him. One hand went up to the back of his head, where her fingers sifted into his hair. The one at his back slid down to massage his ass.
His body’s response—the sliding tension through his abdomen and the pour of heat into his groin—was stronger than ever.
Her lips opened to invite an even hungrier kiss. He ravaged her, thinking only one thought. How could anything part them when they had this? The precariousness between them fell away. Here, with the taste of her intoxicating him, here everything was right and solid and good.
When she pressed her hips into his in the most exquisite way, as though she remembered exactly how much he liked that crushing space between pleasure and pain, he groaned and dropped his hand to her tailbone, encouraging the roll of her hips.
She was on her tiptoes, one long, lithe line against him. He wanted to fill his hands with her. Kneel and lavish her with his tongue. He wanted to press her to one of those daybeds and meld them together for all time.
He couldn’t do any of those things, not with this damned cast.
He gripped the rail with all his strength and encouraged the rhythm of their grinding hips. The soft cheek of her ass filled his palm and her breasts rubbed his chest and her breath shortened.
This lovely, lovely woman was bringing him to the brink, seeking the pressure of his diamond-hard erection against her mound. Mewing into his mouth. Tensing.
Just when he thought he would explode like a teenager, she shuddered and dropped her head back to release small cries of joy into the rafters above them.
As her whole body went limp, he released her ass—he’d probably left a handprint there—and cradled his arm around her, holding her up while he inhaled the sweet smell of her hair and the knowledge that he could still bring her off without either of them getting undressed.
“I thought...” Her voice was unsteady. She wedged her arms between them. “I thought you were with me.”
“I nearly was.” His voice was thick with the lust that still coursed through him. He let his hand trace up and down her spine. “But edging myself while making you come is pretty much my favorite pastime.”
“I don’t understand.”
“It’s when—”
“I know what edging is,” she muttered. “Which one of us are you controlling? Me or you?”
“Both. It’s fun to see how long I can last. I didn’t think this one through, of course. I’m going to be horny for weeks.”
She made a noise of amusement, but her mouth was pouted in thought.
He was starting to resent those sunglasses and the way they made it so hard to read what was going on behind them.
“Help me to that daybed and I’ll let you break me,” he invited, voice rasped with anticipation.
“No,” she scolded, chin dipping so he could only see the crown of her head where her dirty blond roots were coming in. Still, her head canted as she looked toward the bed, as though she was gauging the distance and thinking about it.
“Why not? Worried Molly will see us? It’s below the rail.” The crisscrossed slats provided a screen that allowed the breeze to float across the lower half of the gazebo but left the beds in shadow. “Or because you don’t remember doing it to me before? Because you have.”
Tension invaded her that wasn’t all sexual. It was reluctance. Resistance?
“Sasha.”
Her head came up, startled.
“We don’t have to. It’s fine.” Horniness wasn’t terminal. It only felt that way. He cupped her cheek. “But I want you to know that the first time we made love, we were complete strangers. We didn’t even know each other’s names.”
