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“How do we make that happen?” I asked because I damn sure wasn’t going to stand in her way.

“I don’t know.”

“Well, we can brainstorm about it tonight if you want. With Gage.”

Kylie’s full attention shifted to me. The heat of her gaze traveled over me in a way that I didn’t expect but most definitely welcomed.

When she took a step closer, my body hardened with anticipation.

“Kylie?”

Her eyes continued to roam over me when she muttered, “Hmm?”

I wasn’t sure what I wanted to ask, so I didn’t bother. Instead, I waited as she closed the distance between us. I had to spread my knees when she moved into my personal space. I planted my hands on her hips when she leaned into me, her fingertips brushing my jaw before sliding behind my neck to tease the hair at my nape.

I loved when she touched me. It brought to life nerve endings I didn’t even realize I had.

At this point, my cock was like a steel bat in my slacks, threatening to annihilate my zipper. I’d never wanted anything more than I wanted her right then, right there.

“Travis?”

“Hmm?”

“I need you to do somethin’ for me.”

There was no seduction in her tone. No syrupy sweet manipulation, either. Just her blunt words.

“Anything, Kylie.”

“Fuck me.”

The air rushed out of my lungs as my cock pulsed with its own fucking heartbeat.

Bringing my hand up, I cupped the back of her head, pulling her in slowly. “Here on my desk?”

“Anywhere.”

I wanted to ask if she was sure about this, but something told me that wasn’t the right thing to say. Based on the gleam in her eyes, she had come here with the intention of blowing off steam. And my Kylie had never been the indecisive type. She knew what she wanted, and she went after it, so I could trust that she wanted me since she was here, in my office, looking at me like I was dessert.

Not to mention, I was more than willing to oblige her.

“And I don’t want you to be gentle,” she whispered as she leaned in, her mouth hovering a hairsbreadth from mine.

A soft rumble sounded in my chest. It was involuntary. A reaction inspired by the only woman I’d ever loved.

Sliding my hand from her hip to her ass, the other remaining on the back of her head, I pulled her in until my lips covered hers. Kylie’s kiss was pure ambrosia, fueling the already simmering need, stirring the embers into a conflagration.

God, I ached for this woman. Ached for her in ways I never thought possible.

Kylie’s hands were rough as they began pulling the buttons free on my shirt. Once she had it open, her hands moved to my chest, causing me to hiss in a breath. It felt so good to have her touching me. The past couple of months had been painful in the sense that she had been so fragile, still healing from her harrowing ordeal. I had wanted to hold her in my arms, to shield her from everyone and everything, but I’d held myself back. It wasn’t an easy feat, but she hadn’t needed that from me. And while I acknowledged it, accepting it had been something entirely different.

But my Kylie was returning a little more each day; the spunk and the banked fire were coming back, replacing the terror and the pain that had been there when she came home.

“Travis.” Kylie bit my lower lip. “Fuck me. Now.”

The demand in her tone surprised me.

Figuring I’d better get with the program, I released my hold on her. “Take off your sweater.”