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  How many times has she dreamed about him, and this? For ages Corinne had imagined what it would be like to taste him again, only to discover now how fickle memory could be. He was even better than she remembered—or maybe she was. Both of them older, with more finesse, or maybe it was the years of longing that flavored this kiss. She didn’t care. He was kissing her, then pulling her into his arms and onto the floor so she straddled him. His cock was hard under her, and his hands went up automatically with her fingers curling around his wrists to settle on the floor beside his head.

  Corinne paused, breathing hard. When she rocked the tiniest bit against him, Reese bumped his hips upward and rolled them until he was on top of her. In seconds he’d pinned her wrists to the floor by her ears. She didn’t struggle.

  “What do you need, honey?” she whispered.

  “You. I need you.”

  She arched to press her body to his. “I’m here.”

  His kiss moved over her mouth, down her throat to the scooped neck of her shirt. His hands slid up over the soft, loose fabric, pushing it up and over. Her nipples were already hard, poking the lace of her bra, and Reese mouthed each one as his hands cupped her. He moved back to her neck, pressing his open mouth to her sensitive skin. One hand went between her legs. Corinne cried out at the stroking slide of his fingertips against her, the soft material of her leggings no barrier to his questing touch.

  Another moment after that, Reese slid his hand beneath the waistband and into her panties. His fingers pushed inside her before she was ready for him, and shocked, she cried out again. This was moving so fast, but there was no way to slow it down. Not with his mouth on hers and his fingers fucking into her, his thumb pressing her clit. It had been too long for her without anyone’s touch, but most especially his.

  Reese moved down her body again, fingers slipping out of her so he could wrestle her leggings over her hips. Her panties came down too, leaving her bare to his lips and tongue. At the first lick, Corinne arched, helpless to keep herself still.

  It had always been so good when he did this. Reese worshipped her with his mouth, both hands moving beneath her ass to lift and hold her in place. He eased off right before she came—he’d always been able to tell exactly how close she was. Her low, frustrated cry urged a chuckle out of him, and the soft puff of his laughter against her was a fresh torture that had her writhing.

  Settling her back onto the rug, he knelt between her legs and opened the button of his fly with one hand while the other continued to stroke her clit. He paused long enough to shove his jeans down—nothing but bare skin beneath. His cock sprang free. He worked the denim down, using one foot to push his leg free. Then the other. Kneeling again, he tugged his shirt off over his head and tossed it to the side.

  Time had sculpted him. He’d always been lean and muscled and still was, though he’d grown bigger. Broader shoulders, bigger arms, his chest and thighs both harder and more rounded. His cock, too, seemed impossibly longer and thicker than she’d remembered even in her fondest recollections.

  He stroked it as she watched. “You always liked to watch me do this.”

  “I still do.” She pushed up on her elbow to get a better look.

  “I want to be inside you,” Reese said. “But I don’t have anything.”

  Corinne hesitated. Everything had been force and fire a few minutes ago. They hadn’t used condoms when they’d been together before—she’d been younger and stupid and trusting and on the pill. She couldn’t get pregnant now because she’d had her tubes tied after complications with Tyler, but there were other reasons to be careful. Mesmerized by the slow stroking of his hand, though, she didn’t make a protest at first.

  “I’ve been with a lot of women,” he told her.

  “Are you trying to make me jealous?”

  He shook his head. “No. Just…I didn’t want you to take a risk with me that you weren’t ready for.”

  She lay back, thighs parted to give him a good, long look at her treasure. “Touch me, Reese. And touch yourself at the same time.”

  “Like this?” His hand moved between her legs. Fingers tweaking her clit. She was so wet he slid two knuckles deep inside her without effort, then out to circle the slickness over the tight knot of nerves.

  “Fuck, yes. That. Oh…fuck.”

  She wanted to watch him, but pleasure kept forcing her eyes to close. Her hips lifted, rocking. He fucked deeper into her, then out, taking the time to concentrate on her clit long enough to bring her to the edge before easing off. His other hand took care of himself, faster and faster, jacking just below the head. Sometimes he thrust into his fist instead of stroking, and the sight of that drove her wild because it matched up perfectly with the timing of his fingers pushing in and out of her.

  “How many women? Corinne asked with an edge in her voice.

  “A lot.”

  “You made them come?”

  “All of them.” Reese groaned. He moved faster. His touch stuttered a moment, but that only sent her higher and higher, closer to the edge.

  Her muscles tensed, pleasure building. She had to remind herself to breathe. She was going to come any second. She wanted him with her.

  “You fucked them,” she muttered, not a question, but he answered her as though she’d made it one.

  “Yes. Shit, yes, I fucked them.”

  Her gaze locked on his. Her body bore down on him. Her fingers dug into the rug at her sides as she moved with him, perfectly in sync despite the fact he wasn’t fucking her with his cock.

  “How many of them,” Corinne asked, “fucked you?”

  His body jerked at her words. Reese shouted, hoarse, something that might’ve been her name or a prayer or a curse or a plea, or possibly a combination of all of those. Thick, hot fluid covered her belly. The smell of it, of his desire, this proof of how much he wanted her, finally tipped her over and she rode the waves of orgasm as she shook and lost herself inside it.

  Some minutes after that, he’d spooned behind her, a hand flat on her belly in the stickiness he’d left behind. His face pressed to the back of her neck, pushing aside the fall of her hair. They breathed together, one breath. Two. Perfectly matched in this the way they’d been with everything else. She was drifting into sleep when he spoke, waking her.

  “None of them ever did,” Reese said. “That was only ever you.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Reese had never particularly despised Monday mornings, but today he was looking forward to going into the office about as much as he would have enjoyed a kick to the crotch. Since waking up alone on his living room floor Saturday morning, he’d already been feeling like he’d taken a knee between the legs. The sight of Corinne’s closed office door didn’t help make anything easier.

  He should have called her.

  No, fuck that. She was the one who’d snuck out without a word, not even a note. If anyone should’ve picked up the phone, it ought to have been Corinne…except Reese knew that wasn’t the way things worked. Not with most women, and certainly not with her.

  He wanted to blame the booze for Friday night, but the truth was that two and a half glasses of Merlot were nowhere near enough to have made him out of control. He’d known exactly what he was doing when he’d called her to come over. When he’d kissed her. He remembered every second of it and couldn’t forget it.

  What if she wanted to?

  She’d crept away before the dawn and he hadn’t heard from her since. What if she were regretting everything that had happened? What if he’d done nothing but make a colossal fool of himself over her?

  Grouchy, Reese logged in to his email to take care of a few things. He shot off a few replies, then forwarded the rest to Tony, who was due here in Lancaster tomorrow. After that, he pushed back in his chair, fingers laced behind his head, and closed his eyes to replay Friday night.

  The taste of her. The scent. The sound of her moans. The clutch of her body on his…

  With a discontented mutter, Reese