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“We can’t keep running, Ren. It’s not good for him.”

Renzo nodded, stepped into the bedroom, and closed the door behind him. “No more running.”

• • •

“Fuck … fuck. Lucia? Lucia!”

She heard Renzo’s voice filtering through her dreams, but it was his hands that woke her up. Reaching for her across the bed, and grabbing tight to her body. One on her arm, and another along the curve of her waist. Her eyes flew open, and found his gaze locked on hers. There was something wild staring back at her from him—something desperate, she thought.

“Ren?”

He said nothing, simply dragged her across the bed like he couldn’t get her close enough to him. Those arms of his wrapped around her like iron bars, and his lips drifted along her forehead at the same time. He cursed low again, his voice a rumbling ache against her skin. Her heart thundered in her chest even as she tipped her head back to stare at him. Reaching up, she traced his roughened features with her fingertips, trying to calm him.

“You okay?”

“Bad dream.”

Lucia blinked. “About what?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

No, she thought it did.

“Ren.”

He sighed, the pulse of his breath whispering along her hairline. “Just … thought you were gone for a second. Woke up, and you weren’t right there, I guess. Just, I—”

“Hey.” Lucia pressed her fingertips against his lips, silencing him. “I’m always going to be here. Don’t you know that by now? I love you, Ren.”

“Yeah, I know. I just panicked.”

“Don’t.”

“I’m fine,” he murmured, his arms tightening around her body.

But he wasn’t.

She could tell.

Skimming her hands down his bare chest, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. Even in the darkness of the apartment’s bedroom, she could see the anxiety lingering in his eyes. The tension in his jaw hardened his features, and kept his lips from pulling in that familiar, sexy smile she loved so much.

If he couldn’t get the dream out of his mind, then she could help him forget.

If only for a moment …

All it really took was her hands drifting lower between them to slip beneath his boxer-briefs, and then her fingers circling around his soft cock. She hooked her leg around his waist, stroked his cock until it was hard, and kissed him all the while. Renzo said nothing, simply answered back her touches and want with his own.

Soon, she found herself turned over on the bed, so her back was pressed into the mattress and he was between her thighs. God. She loved the weight of him against her body. Pinning her into the bed, his hand locked around her wrists to keep her hands high above her head. The shift of his hips against her sex to make her body answer him back with the same movements. A familiar rhythm that was sure to get her wet and hot in the best ways.

He let her wrists go just long enough to pull at her clothes. To shed her of the shirt she wore, and the panties keeping her sex hidden from his view. He wasn’t slow, by any means. Fast and rough, really.

Desperate, she thought.

Like that look still glimmering in his eyes.

And then his weight was back on her in a blink, his hand pinned her arms above her head, and his hard cock was between her thighs. Sliding home, and promising to take her to heaven. He didn’t have dirty words for her that time. Just the harsh exhale of his breath pulsing in her ear with every thrust of his hips that she met with her own.

A brutal beat between them of skin against skin in the darkness, and the scent of sex clinging to his body. The hard lines of his body tucked against hers, and keeping her pinned to the mattress. She couldn’t drag in a breath deep enough, but she loved that ache in her lungs. She couldn’t make her lips work to whisper his name, but her cries worked their way out of her throat, anyway.