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texted that he was leaving—because he knew if he’d looked in her eyes and she’d asked him to stay, he would have.

      The thought of watching the love she’d felt for him morph into accusation and loathing—blame he’d rightly deserved replacing everything they once shared—had nearly killed him.

      Tomorrow they’d deal with whatever came next. Right now he just planned on loving her.

      Her hips shifted beneath him, rubbing the moist heat of her sex over his throbbing erection. This time, Erik didn’t bother trying to bite back the groan that twisted through him. Although he did smother it when he wrapped his lips around the irresistible flesh of her breast.

      He sucked hard and then smoothed the flat of his tongue against the tight peak. Scraping his teeth softly up, he stopped, gently holding her nipple prisoner...and then blew. She writhed beneath him, her leg wrapping high on his hip.

      “You were always so responsive,” he growled, dragging his mouth, tongue and teeth over every inch he could reach.

      “Only with you,” she breathed.

      A possessive sense of wonder slammed through him. His. Lola had always been his. But that possessiveness came with a dark edge, because while her statement made him feel powerful, it also made it glaringly obvious that he hadn’t been the only man to touch her like this.

      He had no right for that to piss him off. And yet it did. She’d been a virgin when they’d come together. That had meant something to both of them.

      Dammit, this was not the time or place for those thoughts.

      Scooting down the bed, he pushed the memories away with the need to put his mouth on her and make her whimper.

      Kneeling between her spread thighs, Erik hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs.

      “Look how wet you are. For me,” he murmured, swiping a finger through the dripping evidence of her arousal. She moaned, her hips chasing after him.

      “Please, Erik. Please.”

      “You’re so pretty when you beg, Lola.”

      Her feet flat on the bed, she bucked up. Her sex was pink and swollen. Pulsing with arousal. The scent of her made him dizzy.

      Sweeping in, Erik ran his tongue up her slit, letting the taste of her burst through his mouth. Salty, with a tang he wanted more of.

      Finding her clit, he circled around it over and over again, never quite touching it, until her body was strung so tight he thought she might break. And she whimpered again. Only then did he stroke across the tight bundle of nerves.

      Her head thrashed back and forth against his pillow. Plunging two fingers deep inside her wet heat, Erik increased the onslaught, drowning in the need to feel her come apart against his mouth.

      Her release came on a keening cry. He’d hear about that in the morning from the other guys, but at the moment he didn’t give a good goddamn. Not when her body was clamping hard around his fingers and the gush of her orgasm was filling his mouth.

      He worked her through the release, pulling out every last moment of pleasure he could give her. Until she went lax, her body melting into a puddle.

      He stroked a hand down her torso, enjoying the way she pushed up into his caress, even with her eyes screwed shut.

      “Holy crap,” she whispered, her voice scratchy from screaming.

      “I’m not nearly done with you, angel,” he promised, pushing her tangled hair from her face.

      Grabbing his wallet off the top of the table beside them, he fished out the condom he kept in there. Shedding his sweats, he started to roll the condom over his throbbing erection, but she pulled his hands away.

      “Let me.”

      Taking the ring of latex from him, Lola placed it over his head and with slow, torturous movements pushed it down to cover his length. She stayed there once he was covered, stroking up and down in a way that had breath hissing through his clenched teeth.

      “I am not going off in your hand, Lola. That’s not enough for me. I want all of you.”

      Her eyes flashed. “You always have. Greedy man.”

      Oh, she had no idea.

      Hooking his arms beneath her knees, Erik moved between her thighs, positioned himself at her opening, and pressed forward.

      He pulsed, pushing in a little at a time, both because he didn’t want to hurt her and because it felt so damn good. He wanted to savor this moment, draw it out as long as he could.

      But Lola wasn’t content with that. Her body was already flushing with renewed arousal. Hips matching his. Fingers digging into his ass. She pulled him down to her at the same time she arched up, finally taking all of him.

      God, they fit together so well. Always had. He’d never found this with anyone else, and God knew for the first few years he’d tried. But attempting to erase the need for her with other women had been stupid and disappointing.

      Because no one could ever measure up.

      That was his last coherent thought, because instinct and the red haze of lust took over. He found a rhythm, a familiar one they’d indulged in many times before.

      Their mouths and hands raced across sweat-slicked skin. The orgasm built steadily, the pressure of release beckoning him just to let go. But after years of waking up from a sound sleep with memories of Lola leaving him sweaty and hard, he wasn’t ready for this to end.

      This time, Erik smothered her cry with his mouth, taking even that for himself. The tight grip of her sex sent him careening over the edge. His own orgasm broke across him, consuming everything but the pleasure they’d always found together.

      In that vulnerable moment, Erik couldn’t stop himself from letting the dam of emotion break free. Everything he’d locked away six years ago rolled over him, a tsunami full of debris and danger.

      Realizing too late what a bad idea this was, Erik collapsed onto the bed beside her.

      Their labored breaths mingled, harsh in the quiet night. Now that the need had been met, everything else was taking over. The anger and guilt he’d harbored earlier rushed in to steal the pleasure.

      Beside him, Lola stirred. Not to roll into him like a lover, but to slip from his bed and reach for her panties on the floor.

      And the whole damn mess just got better when he pushed out of bed and reached for the condom to dispose of it. The thing had broken.

      With a giant curse, Erik slammed his hand down on the bedside table.

      Lola jumped. “What the hell?”

      Spinning to look at her, he snatched the busted sleeve of latex from his body and held it up for her to see.

      Her eyes went wide with panic.

      “Are you on the pill?”

      “No.” He watched her eyes flash with trepidation. “The timing’s close, but I think we should be okay. Are you clean?”

      That pissed him off even more. Not because she’d asked—it was a valid question. But because there was a time it wouldn’t have been a question at all. It reminded him that she had history he knew nothing about, too. “Why do you think the condom broke? I haven’t slept with anyone in over a year. I can’t remember how long the thing’s been in there.”

      “And you’re just now thinking about this?” Her tone of incredulity scraped down his spine.

      “I was a little preoccupied with other things at the time, Lola. I didn’t expect to wake up with a naked, willing woman in my bed tonight.”

      Which reminded him, now that they weren’t distracted by hormones and history, to ask what had sent her to his bed.

      “What

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