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“I didn’t feel right pulling you away from your brothers,” she says. “I know what it must have taken for you to see them. I couldn’t rob you of that moment.”

She looks at me, her expression carrying everything she experienced today, except all that hate doesn’t stand a chance against the strength that remains. “I also couldn’t risk anything happening to you.”

“I could have handled it. I would’ve taken it all if it meant sparing you. I love you, Becca.”

“I love you, too, Hale.”

Slowly, her hands unravel from my waist and she rises. “Will you do something for me?”

I’m already on my feet, my heart thudding madly as I look at the woman I want to marry and grow old and weary with. “I would do anything for you.”

She backs away, pressing her palm against my chest to keep me in place when I follow.

Becca leads the dogs out of the bedroom and shuts the door. With an exhausted sigh, her gaze melds with mine. “I don’t want to think about all the bad things I lived through today. I only want to know you and how good I feel when I’m with you. Will you make love to me, Hale? Will you make me forget everything except for you?”

I tug off my shirt and let it fall on the floor. The rest of my clothes follow. Her large breasts lift and lower as her breathing increases. The lingering sadness shadowing her irises dissipated, replaced by wanton desire and the sex she begs me to give her.

She wants to forget what happened today.

And I know exactly how to distract her.

I surge forward, spreading my arms wide and pinning her to the door. The tip of my tongue glides between her lips until she opens wide, permitting me to kiss her deeply. She sways her hips as I rock back and forth, her hands clamping my ass, enjoying the feel of my body against hers.

My lips ghost over her throat, passing lazy kisses across her jaw. I nibble on her ear, her chin, and down her neck, as my hands slip behind her back to unzip her dress and pull it down until it pools at her feet.

I leave her shoes on and her lacey white thong in place. The bra I unsnap with two fingers, allowing her breasts to spill over my chest. I should be used to their weight and feel by now, but like the rest of Becca, I can’t get enough of them. I knead her breasts and suck on the tips until most of the large pink areolas disappear into my mouth.

My tongue and teeth tease and stimulate. Becca shivers, her soft moans increasing as she clutches me tighter. “More,” she pleads.

It’s her favorite thing to ask when we make love and my favorite thing to give her.

I pull her off the door when she tries to kneel and take me in. “Not yet,” I tell her, leading her toward the French doors that lead to the second-floor terrace. “Soon. For now, I want to play.”

I lower her into the wide cushioned chair placed near the doors and just in front of our bed. She smiles impishly. “What are you up to?” she asks.

My grin and tone sizzles with lust. I spread my arms, giving her a very nice view of my naked form. “I’m already up and ready to go, darlin’. I’m just waiting on you to get going.”

I sit at the edge of our bed, watching her, taking in every sweep and curve of her light golden skin. My eyelids grow heavy as I grip my erection, relishing the delighted surprise in Becca’s features as I stroke.

My body shudders, inciting the raw hunger flashing in Becca’s gaze. One leg lifts, the heel of her shoe digging into the push white fabric. The other leg follows, her attention never leaving mine as she parts her legs wide. I try to concentrate on keeping my strokes smooth and even. Becca tugs the crotch of her panties aside and exposes her supple pink flesh, interrupting my focus and making me harder.

“Damn,” I rasp.

She passes her hand leisurely. “What’s wrong?” she purrs. “I thought you wanted me to get ready for you?”

“I’m not complaining,” I say, my voice hitching as we increase our speed. “Just looking forward to how hard we’re going to go at it.”

Becca’s eyes roll and her lashes flutter. “Hale . . .” she whimpers.

From one breath to the next, I’m lifting her hips and lowering them down to my face. The back of my head rests on the cushy seat and I keep her close against me. Becca uses the rear of the chair to keep her balance as she pitches back and forth, struggling to keep her thong from getting in the way.

I end up tearing the thing off, not wanting anything to keep me from devouring her. She can’t take all the sucks and swirls. She comes undone, falling forward. I hang on to her, circling her waist and continuing my eager taste.

My deep moans vibrate against her skin, making her gasp and whimper and beg for more. Her hair fans across my lap, tickling my legs. I almost laugh. But when she adjusts her position and sucks me deep, I’m no longer laughing, I’m two pulls shy of roaring her name.

Both of us lose our damn selves in what we’re doing, each of us fighting to outdo and out-lust the other. This is a new position for us. But it won’t be the last time we use it. I flip her up and over, bending her forward and taking her from behind.

Becca grips the arm rests, my thrusts so delicious, wicked, and forceful, her hair bounces in tangled waves. Becca swears, over and over, the dirty and sexy talk spewing from her lush mouth exciting me and encouraging me to pound faster.

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