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Carys.

She’d been haunting his dreams. His life had been colorless for the last goddamn month as he’d sat waiting for any kind of communication, and now…

Now…

He sifted his fingers through the fine silk of her red-gold hair, softly, wanting to infuse the caress with only pleasure. She arched into his touch, and that’s when he went in for more. Her lips beckoned, he needed to taste them again.

Don’t get greedy.

Slow.

He met her mouth with a slow slide of his own, and she moaned. Her plump lips softened against his and little by little she opened for him. Cullen was getting into this. He was wooing her response. He feathered his tongue along her bottom lip, she tasted like sunshine. Her lips caught his tongue, and then she snipped at it with her teeth.

He let out a long groan.

She let go and looked up at him with wide green eyes. “Was that a good groan?”

“Let’s experiment ten more times and find out,” he suggested.

A smile blossomed on her face. “Let’s.”

She cupped his smooth cheeks, and then trailed her fingers along the side of his jaw. “I can’t decide,” she said. There was a twinkle in her eye, but he could also see a soul-deep well of desire. She was just as needy as he was.

“What can’t you decide?” he asked.

“If I like the scruff from Africa, or this smooth urbane look that you’re sporting here in the States.”

He winced. “I’m kind of hoping you like smooth twice a week, and whiskers five days a week.”

She drew back.

“You see us together a lot, don’t you?”

“You’re not in Eugene. Where do you want to be? Here? Because I have a proposition for you. I want us to date. I want to go out to dinner with you, I want movies, maybe popcorn and wine on the couch while we watch shitty cable TV shows, and I bring you flowers.”

“Wine?” She lifted her eyebrow.

“Okay, beer for me, or better yet, Fanta. And I have a plan on how we can do all of this.”

“What’s your plan?”

“It’s easy and manageable.”

She shifted so she could sit up a little more. Cullen winced, because she was wiggling on his hard-on.

“Oh!” Carys said as she figured out what was going on. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”

“Honey, if you were in my lap and I wasn’t aroused, we’d have a problem.”

Damn, for a doctor, she sure was naïve.

She wiggled one more time and arranged her ass on his thigh instead of on his dick. “Okay, that’s better,” she said after having turned one-hundred shades of pink. “Now what, Oh-Mighty-SEAL, is your plan?”

“Come to Virginia with me. I also have a guest bedroom. As a matter of a fact, I have two kitted out, so you’ll have a choice. I would suggest you use the one that Chelle uses. The one that Baily uses is often taken over by Aries no matter what I try to do to dissuade him.”

“Hmmm, so you just hit me with a lot, Cullen. Move to Virginia—”