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He froze.

He realized he wasn’t just thinking about sex. That’s all he’d really had the last two years—pleasant, casual hookups, nothing serious, just sex.

This wasn’t just sex.

She lowered her beer and popped a slice of salami in her mouth. The entire time, she studied him.

“Is this the part where you warn me off?” She arched a dark brow. “Tell me not to make too much of us getting naked together?”

He slid an arm around her and tugged her toward him. “I’m still not sure I’m right for you. I’m too old, too—”

She pressed a finger to his lips. “You were the one making me scream before. Making me feel good.” Her voice lowered. “Making me feel safe. I’ve never felt like this before.”

Fuck.

He was falling fast, and he had no desire to break his fall. He took the beer bottles and set them aside.

Then he pulled her on top of him. “You could do better, Nola.”

She rolled her eyes. “I beg to differ.”

“But I’m not letting you go now.”

Her eyes widened.

“I’ve touched you now, been inside you. I’m not letting anyone else touch you, Nola Newhouse.”

She licked her lips. “Okay.”

He tugged her forward and kissed her.

Nola moaned.

The tiles were cool against her back where Knox had her pinned to the wall in the shower.

Water cascaded over both of them. His mouth was on her neck, driving her crazy. He’d found a sensitive spot she hadn’t even known she had.

His bronze skin was wet and gleaming. He had a tattoo of an eagle on his back, and she wanted to lick it. She slid her hands into his wet hair.

“Knox.” She writhed against him, enjoying the friction.

He lifted his head, and pressed his mouth to hers.

Everything about him lit her up.

“I need you inside me.” She bit his earlobe, and tightened her legs around him, rubbing against his hard cock.

“I don’t have any condoms left,” he said.

Her breath hitched and she licked her lips. “I know you have to have a health checkup to join Sentinel Security.”

His gaze hit hers. “A full medical. I’m clean.”

“Me too. And I’m on the Pill. I mean, you need to trust that what I’m telling you is…”

“I trust you, Nola.”

She swallowed. “So?”

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