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“Neither did I.”

Some of the anger drains from her face. She unclenches her fists. “I never meant to hurt you when you said you loved me. I panicked and I wasn’t…nice.”

I shrug, wondering where this is going. “The way I approached you wasn’t nice.”

She sits up, then gets to her knees, edging closer. “Who are you?”

“We’ll get to names later.”

“Now. Or I’m going to call the cops.”

“No, you’re not. Because then you’ll have to admit that you’ve let me in before and willingly had sex with me—repeatedly. What are the chances the police will do much to help you then?”

She sets her jaw in a mutinous, tight line. “You should know that I realized you’re using the spare key on my front porch to let yourself in. After tonight, I’m moving it.”

“That won’t stop me. I’ll pursue you until I get what I want.”

“What is that exactly? If you wanted to have sex with me, you have—more than once, as you pointed out. What the hell else do you want?”

Marriage. Babies. Love. “More than a fuck.”

Lauren edges away and curses. “That’s not a whole answer, and I’m done playing your games.”

“Good. I’m tired of having to play them.” I lean closer, invading her personal space. “I can think of a lot of things I want to do with a beautiful woman like you, and playing mind games is at the bottom of the list. Touching you…” I skate a fingertip across her nearly bare shoulder. “That’s at the top.”

She opens her mouth to protest, I’m sure. Before she can, I cup her head and capture her parted lips. They’re damp under mine, the bottom one slightly swollen like she’s been chewing on it again. Lauren has eaten something chocolate recently, and she tastes like heaven. But she’s hesitating. In fact, she braces her hands against my shoulders as if she means to push me away.

I’m not letting her go without a fight.

I wrap my arms around her and jerk her beneath me, then follow her down onto the mattress. She gasps, and I take advantage of her open mouth to steal inside.

Wrapping my fists in her hair, I sink past her lips, deep into her sugary-warm flavor, then I retreat, teasing, until Lauren seeks me with her swollen lips, eager tongue, and soft little moans. I pull back once more, and she follows, coming closer before I plunge back into her mouth, deeper than ever.

With a dance and a slide, our tongues tangle and mate—just like our breaths and heartbeats. Lauren moans, her body slowly turning pliant under me.

God, she’s like utopia. Holding her, touching her, fills me with a sweet ache, even as she inflames me.

More. More now. I have to have her.

Gliding my palms down her soft curves, I revel in a handful of her breast, the indented sweep of her waist, the lush jut of her hip, until I take her thigh in my palm and lift it over my hip. With a moan, I slide into the cradle between her legs and notch my aching cock against her pussy. She’s damp, humid, and welcoming. Oh…hell yes.

I clutch at her hip, rock against her again, rejoicing as she moans into my mouth.

When I come up for air, I stare down at her as silvery moonlight spills into the room. A goddess, lush and drowning in pleasure; she looks beautiful. Her dark blonde hair lays in a tangle across her pillow. The rosy lips I ache to taste again are slightly parted as the moonbeams dance across her beautiful, familiar face. Through her tank top, her nipples stand up, their dark shadows visible through the pale cotton. My mouth waters. My cock hardens even more.

Her tank top has to go.

Gripping the thin, soft garment in my fists, I yank with all my strength. Lauren gasps as it rips, exposing the enticing mounds of her breasts. And, oh yeah, those swollen dark nipples.

“What are you doing?” she pants.

“Lifting it off would have taken too long. I can’t wait.”

With my patience gone, the sight of her breasts taunts my self-control. I pin her arms to the bed while I feast on the hard points of her nipples and the soft swells of flesh all around.

Her taste is hers alone. Soft female, a hint of something sugary and addicting. She smells of vanilla and her arousal, and she’s driving me out of my mind.

The more I have of her, the more I want. No shock since I’ve never craved a woman the way I do Lauren. For ten years, I pictured her face as I screwed countless others. I ached just to talk to her as I lay night after night in my solitary bed. But nothing, no one, has ever come close to the reality of having her in my arms.