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Nia gasps at me. “Oh, my god. Come in. It’s got to be freezing out there, and you’re soaking wet.”

I step inside and shut the door. “I had to see you.”

“I’m just making a cup of Bangkok tea. Do you want some?”

I don’t even know what that is, but I don’t care. “No. I want you.”

She studies me, and something shifts on her face. “Let me get you a towel and⁠—”

When she turns away, I grab her arm and haul her back against me. I’m drenching her clothes and dripping on her floor. I’m invading her space. It’s impulsive and impractical. Probably unreasonable, too.

And I can’t stop.

I cup my hand around her nape and drag her face under mine. Her gaze skitters. Her lips part. Our stares meet. Then I crush her lips with my own, instantly opening her to me and claiming her with a thrust of my tongue.

For an instant, she’s shocked stiff. Then her fingers crawl up my biceps. Her arms curl around my neck. She loses herself in the kiss.

My blood goes up in flames.

As I kick off my ruined loafers, I attack the big white buttons down the front of her pajamas. I’m thanking god they seem to melt under my hands, especially when she attacks the fly of my jeans and moans.

I tear my mouth away, panting. The sofa, where I already know she’s taken another man into her body, taunts me. I also refuse to take her on her bed for the same reason. “Where can I fuck you?”

She blinks at me as if she’s trying to understand my question. As I wait impatiently for her answer, I spread the lapels of her flannel top wide.

She’s not wearing a bra.

“Too late,” I growl. “Let’s go.”

Suddenly, I know the perfect spot.

Wrapping my hands around Nia, I fill my palms with her ass and lift her against my body, seizing her mouth as I cross the room and deposit her on the counter next to the kitchen sink.

“Take off your pants,” I demand as I reach behind my head and pull my wet shirt off and dump it in the sink. I barely notice when it lands with a splat. “Now.”

Then I’m lifting her breast and bending to take her nipple in my mouth. Beneath me, she wriggles, shifting her weight from one side to the other until she’s finally shoving her pants past her knees and kicking them away.

As soon as I push the top off Nia’s shoulders, she’s naked. She’s got my fly open and her hands around my cock. We’re both breathing hard as she presses kisses across my chest. I close my eyes and groan. I want to get inside her. I want to feel her close around me. The urge is so strong. It’s not like anything I’ve ever felt.

Bas’s words float through my head. Being with Nia really is like sticking my finger in a light socket—in a good way. She lights me up, makes me feel alive.

“I didn’t think you’d be back so soon,” she murmurs. “After the way we left things, I worried you wouldn’t show up for days.”

I shake my head, fighting to find words as she gives my length another heated stroke. “Need you too much.”

“Condom?” she asks.

Fuck. “In my suitcase.”

“Mine are on the other side of the house. Can you wait?”

I know the practical, responsible answer. But… “No.”

Surprisingly, her lips curl up in a smile. Then she gives my chest a little shove and hops off the counter, onto her feet.

Instant denial flares through me as I grab her wrist. “Don’t go.”

If she leaves me, even for thirty seconds, I won’t make it. It sounds ridiculously melodramatic, but my breath is heaving, my heart thudding. It’s as if my whole body is a live wire. More electrical pulses are frying my brain and melting my defenses. I need Nia to take the surge and ground me before I overload.