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her butt and stroking up her waist to her ribs, and under to palm her breasts.
    She arched her back to give him better grip, her reward his fingers massaging her tender nipples as his knees nudged her knees wide apart. She stood on her toes as he slid into her at last, at last, then pulled out slowly, enticing her with his cock at her opening.
    “Uh,” she keened. “Now, now, now!”
    “Now,” he said, and rammed himself home. She tipped her hips more to pull him all the way in, clenching on each stroke. One of his hands slid over her hip and down under, that versatile thumb finding her clit, and massaging deeply on every thrust, rocketing her skyward in a frenzy of want. Two, three, four thrusts and then his teeth found her neck, grazed, and bit.
    She exploded in the hottest orgasm of her life, her eyes blinded by twinkling lights. Still floating among the stars, she was vaguely aware of a couple of more thrusts, then his long, hard shudder.
    Then his weight rested against her back, and his cheekbone on her shoulder. Tenderness flowered through her, almost with the strength of her orgasm, leaving her weak-kneed, nearly delirious.
    His hands caressed the nape of her neck, and she murmured, “You bit me.”
    “Was that bad?” he whispered.
    “It was hot,” she said. “Um, it won’t turn me into a cat-wolf, right?”
    The table shook with his silent laughter, then his weight lifted away, and he helped her up from the table. “This place is small,” she said, “but my shower fits two.”
    They were in it under the stinging heat five minutes later—and as she tipped her head back and let the water run over her, she thought, condom. Her eyes flew open.
    She hadn’t forgotten a condom since . . . ever . She had an implant, so wasn’t worried about pregnancy, but . . .
    As if he read her mind—or maybe he felt her tighten up all over—he said, “I don’t want to say I lost my head back there, because it was pretty much front and center—”
    She couldn’t help a spurt of laughter.
    “—but if it helps, I got myself checked out last summer, when I visited a doctor.” He made a vague gesture toward the scars she’d noticed earlier. “Haven’t been with anyone since. I’m sorry.”
    “That’s two of us who totally spaced out on the protection front.” She leaned against him, still craving that skin to skin contact. As her hand ran up his sides, her fingers found one of those many scars. “Tell me it’s none of my business, but did this hospital stay involve this one?” She caressed his ribs.
    “No. That’s from a knife fight when I was in Chicago,” he said.
    “And this one?” She stroked his lean hip.
    “Broken bottle. Another fight.”
    “And this?” She kissed the top of his shoulder.
    “Gunshot wound. That was the doctor visit. Some assholes in four wheel drives went wolf hunting.”
    She gasped, cold shivering through her. “Did they know?”
    “Oh, yeah. That was incentive,” he said, low. “And there’s nowhere to hide in upstate Texas.”
    She slid her arms around him, aware that for that one second, she never wanted to let him go. She couldn’t articulate why it was so good, why he was so good, and was afraid to even go there, and so she hid her face in the hollow of his shoulder so he wouldn’t see the truth . . . whatever that was. And she was no more ready to define that truth than she was to face it.
    Stay in the now , she told herself as clean water poured all around them, and his heart beat beneath her ear, and his warmth pressed all down her body. And then he drew his fingers up her spine . . .
    When her hot water threatened to go out they finally got out of the shower and dressed, he in his worn old jeans and black tee. They were both ravenous.
    By the time she’d fixed them some big, fat BLT’s (and he liked them the way she did, crunchy bacon, crunchy lettuce, and plenty of mayo and cheese), it was suddenly time to get ready for work.
    He’d gone back to the