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sought you out and found you. Honey, to me that
speaks volumes about how he still feels
about you.”
    Emotion swelled
in Tate’s chest, filling her throat until she thought it would split her in
half. Colleen was right.
    Colleen was
always right.
    She patted Tate
on the back and left her alone in the bathroom to mull over what she’d said.
    Twenty minutes
after her shift ended at midnight, Tate found herself standing in front of
Ryan’s door. Somehow her car had just steered its way over there, and her tired
feet had carried her up the two flights of stairs to his landing. She should’ve
called first before showing up so late and unannounced. He was probably asleep,
exhausted from a busy night, too. Or he might be out with friends, having a
drink and a laugh. She hadn’t thought to look for his motorcycle parked on the
street. She hadn’t really thought of anything, her mind too spent to think
logically. Perhaps not even rationally. It just seemed
as though her body knew what it needed and made the decision for her.
    She raised her
hand and knocked, then listened quietly for the sounds of movement on the other
side of the door. After a moment of nothing, she started to walk away when she
heard the chain slide through the hasp and the deadbolt turn.
    “Hey,” he said
gruffly when he opened the door. His hair was mussed, his beautiful blue eyes languid
from sleep. All he wore was a pair of dark green boxer briefs. “Come in.”
    Tate stepped across
the threshold, running her damp palms over her hips, while he shut and locked
the door behind her.
    “I…” she started
before she realized the purpose for her impromptu visit was selfish and
somewhat irrational. There was no simple way to explain why she was there.
    He frowned down
at her scrubs. “Is all of that blood?”
    She sighed
tiredly. “It was a very bad night.”
    “Looks like it.”
He ran his hand across his hair, causing the muscles on the left side of his
chest to lengthen. “Is that the reason for the late night visit? Stress relief?”
    I’ve
gone numb, and you make me feel something again.
    She swallowed
her shame. “Yes.”
    Ryan stepped
closer, his fingers going to the bottom of her top. “Then let’s start by getting
you out of these reminders.” Tate nodded, lifting her arms obligingly.
    They left a
trail of her clothing on the way to his bedroom, stripped piece by piece in
between deep, wet kisses. By the time the bed was reached, both of them were
blessedly naked, desperate for each other, and Ryan was donning a condom.
    Together they
melted onto the bed, a warm tangle of limbs and eager, seeking mouths. He
stripped the elastic band from her hair and massaged the back of her scalp with
his fingertips. Tate closed her eyes, groaning softly in pleasure from just
that simple, tender gesture.
    His lips found
every sensitive spot on her throat while his hand cupped her breast, thumb
teasing the nipple to a hard peak. He captured it between his lips and tortured
it with his tongue, until Tate writhed and whimpered beneath him, clawing at
his shoulders with her nails, pulling him closer still, his cock sliding into
the juncture of her thighs where she was already slick and achy with need.
    He encouraged
her to turn onto her side, curling his bigger body against her back. Draping
her leg over his thigh to open her up, he eased inside her so slowly Tate had
to bite her lip to keep from begging him to hurry. There was no rush.
    And God, it felt
wonderful to have him take her like this—patient and careful—despite the
lateness of the hour and their shared fatigue. The two of them just fit
together like puzzle pieces, always had.
    Ryan’s hand
caressed her breasts and belly while he slowly rocked his hips. His mouth
brushed her ear, making her shiver. Tate turned her head to look up at him. The
expression on his face was tender, the soft smile on his lips familiar. He
kissed her, long and languidly, never feeling the need to speed things along.