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I move again before he can demonstrate. His laugh turns into a groan, and this time I feel the resonance everywhere we’re joined. The fine ridges of his weave drag against me, and so does the velvet-soft moss. I change the angle, and the next stroke hits hard enough to pull a sound out of me.

My breath catches.

Kell notices. “Again?”

“Yes.”

He plants his feet against the mattress and meets my next movement from below.

The added strength of it jolts pleasure through me. I put both hands on his chest.

“That.”

He does it again.

After that, conversation gets less organized. I ride him until the rhythm starts to fall apart. Kell stops trying to form whole sentences. He says my name. He groans when I tighten around him. At one point, he makes a low, startled sound that turns into resonance so strong I feel it vibrating through my palms.

I’m close before I realize how close. My thighs are shaking and every movement catches exactly where I need it.

“Kell.”

His hands slide higher over my hips. “I’ve got you.”

The words do something dangerous that has nothing to do with sex. I answer by bending low and brushing my hardened nipples along his chest. Then I lift and sink again, setting a quicker rhythm.

Pleasure crests fast, stealing the rhythm from me. My body locks around him, and for several seconds I can’t do anything except hold myself over him while the sensation tears through me.

Kell’s voice breaks on my name.

Then his body answers mine. His resonance surges through him, but it isn’t the only sound he makes. A deep groan comes out of him as his hands clamp around my hips, his whole body drawing taut while he shudders beneath me.

I stay like this until my breathing evens out and the resonance in him settles. Eventually I lean down and kiss him. Kell’s arms come around me immediately.

That’s where the trouble starts.

His hold changes from sex to something softer without either of us deciding it should. One hand strokes slowly over my back. His mouth brushes my temple. I can feel the resonance settling beneath my cheek.

And suddenly I’m back where I was this morning, waking with his fingers tangled through mine and liking it far too much.

I push myself upright.

Kell’s hands loosen at once. “Okay?”

“Yes.”

I mean it. Physically, I’m considerably better than okay.

I climb off him and reach for my underwear. Kell watches me dress, not confused yet, and the fact that I know what I’m about to do makes my stomach roil.

Sex is not the problem.

I can want his body without pretending that means I know what the rest of this is supposed to become.

I pull my shirt over my head. Kell sits up against the headboard.

“Laura?”

I stop beside the bed.