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Every muscle in his body engaged. She stroked her fingertips lazily over his shaft to his knob and then down again. He dropped to his elbows, his body nestled between her thighs and her teasing hand obliterating his resolve.

He needed to get inside her. Now. As much as he wanted to revel in the sex he’d so desperately craved for the last three years—and that he might not have with her again—he couldn’t hold back. Blood filled his dick, making it throb in warning. He pulled out of her reach.

“Sorry, babe. I can’t wait any longer.”

He guided the head of his cock to her opening, and her arms curled around his neck. He sunk into her, and her slippery insides squeezed around his length.

“Ah, hell.” He coughed as pleasure invaded his senses.

She settled deeper into the mattress and her knees curled against his ribs. She inhaled sharply as he pulled out and then pushed back in, and a choked mewl sounded from her throat.

He forced himself to pull away and searched her face. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, her eyelids half-closed, her mouth lax. “Yes, keep going.”

“Mmm.” He filled her again and buried his face into the soft spot behind her ear. Her arms coiled tighter, dragging him closer, as if she were afraid he’d leave. Ecstasy built behind his lids and his dick swelled with the need for release. He braced his knees on the mattress and stroked deeper into her.

Her hips rose and fell with each thrust and she clung to him. Her body tensed, and she let loose a cry of pleasure. He pumped into her, giving her every inch. Her orgasm spiraled him higher and higher, until he couldn’t hold back another second. His body jerked as he drove into her. His release came crashing down around his ears.

He collapsed on top of her as the last of his cum left his body. He dragged a long breath in and stared at the pink abrasion on her cheek from his beard. Her body wiggled beneath his and a purr rumbled from her throat against his chest.

Holy shit. He hadn’t felt anything that good since . . . the last time he’d been with her.

And there was no way in hell he couldn’t not have her again.

Dani lay spent, her knee drawn up on a thick, downy pillow, enjoying the feel of the cool cotton sheets over her bare skin. She’d just had sex with Brock. Make that the second round of mind-blowing, erotic, triple-orgasm sex. Lord almighty how in the hell had she forgotten what a sex god he was?

After the first round of lovemaking, they’d devoured their meals, showered, and then tumbled back into the sheets. She’d drifted off for an hour or so and now she lay wide awake.

She should be filled with shame or at least regret for sleeping with her ex. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t in a million years have opened that box again. But this was anything but normal circumstances, and the last two days together had sealed the parted sea of their differences. The stitches remained, though.

Where in the hell do we go from here? And how will we part ways once all this is over?

His chest rose and fell against her back. His thigh meshed with hers and his arm curled protectively around her abdomen. If it weren’t for the occasional scratch of his fingers over his beard, or clearing of his throat, she’d think he were asleep.

“What are you thinking?” His gruff question snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Nothing. Just tired.”

“Liar.”

She scoffed. “You first.”

“I was thinking about you . . . and about us.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them again. His voice held no hint of sleep and a pile of warning that deep conversation lay ahead.

“That sounds foreboding.”

His lips brushed over her shoulder and several moments of silence passed. Maybe he wouldn’t delve into the strained territory of their past. Maybe, for tonight, he’d let it be.

“So how about that Vitali heist?” He said the words with a hint of humor, but they slammed into her. So much for that hope. She turned around beneath the covers and faced him. The shadow of hair around his jaw had thickened in the last few hours. The nearly black hair brought out the green in his hazel eyes, and the smile around his lips, which had kissed nearly every inch of her body only hours before, brought her breath to a skidding halt.

Why is he so handsome?

She clamped the sheets over her bare breasts, but the stacked muscle of his forearm still stretched across her ribs. She was much too comfy to put distance between them, but she narrowed her eyes into slits. “You’ve got a lot of nerve bringing that up.”

He tweaked her nose and she glared harder. He bolstered himself up on one elbow and stared down at her. “Yeah, I figured that would rile you. That’s why I gave you multiple orgasms first. Otherwise we both know you’d be chucking something at my head right now.”