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it, Nate?” She was startled by his solemn expression and she pulled her knees together, suddenly aware that they’d been wide open displaying her inner parts.
    “I wasn’t going to allow this. I wasn’t going to fall for you again.”
    “I didn’t expect you to, Nate. But there is still something between us. It never went away.”
    He shook his head. “You’re right. I know that I should fight this but then I wonder why. I would gain nothing by closing my heart to you.”
    So he still loved her. Still wanted her. In all of her wildest dreams she hadn’t imagined she’d be so lucky. All the old desire and longing welled up inside her and she knew that she had to have him. She let her legs fall open again and her pussy tingled as he perused her most private place.
    “Take off your pants.”
    He unbuttoned them and let them fall to the floor and Evelyn groaned. His erection bounced free and she reached for it, gripping the steel hard shaft covered with its silky skin. She pulled him towards her, leading him by the cock, rubbing her thumb over the bead of moisture at the swollen tip.
    He lowered himself over her and she opened her legs, eager to take him inside her but he shook his head.
    “Not yet, my love.”
    “But Nate…oh, Nate,” she sighed as he planted tiny kisses all the way down her body and over her hips before settling his mouth between her legs.
     She writhed on the bed as he tasted her with his tongue, probing at her outer lips then teasing at her inner ones. He devoured her like a starving man and the flames of her desire flickered then blazed as he found where she was most sensitive and suckled her bud, taking it between his teeth and nibbling it until she felt that it would burst with pent-up pleasure.
    Evelyn’s passion kept building and she gave in to her need, pushing her hips up towards him and offering him all that she was, all that she had to give. She screamed as he gripped her hips, burying his face in her, drinking her juices as they burst forth from deep within her and her climax claimed her with a shudder.
    “Oh, Nate! I love you!”
    “I know, Evelyn, I know.”
    “Now come to me.”
    He moved up the length of her body and covered it with his own. She waited impatiently to feel him plunge his hard cock into her depths and her insides ached to hold him. But he didn’t. Instead, he lay over her, pressed against her, supporting his weight on his elbows.
    “Make love to me?” she wriggled under him, eager to encourage him to slip into her warmth. “I’m so ready for you.”
    “Not yet.”
    “Why not?” She frowned.
    “I need to know something first. I need you to tell me the truth about why you married.”
     
    Nate held Evelyn’s wrists and allowed his weight to rest upon her, just enough to prevent her from moving. He could see that his question had disturbed her and he didn’t want her running off and leaving him in limbo again. His cock throbbed with lust. He had never wanted her as much as this but he had to hold off for a bit longer.
    He did love her, he couldn’t deny it, but he had to know the truth before he could really give into that love. She’d hurt him once and she could easily do so again.
    He’d considered that she might just want him now because he was a man of substantial means, that maybe she was as materialistic as he had once thought, but he was struggling to believe that. Damn it! If that were true then the love they’d shared all those years ago had been a lie. And that was too awful a thought to bear.
    “Nate, please?” The confusion in her blue eyes snapped him into action.
    “Tell me, Evelyn, why’d you marry Henry Campbell?”
    Her eyes shot wide open.
    “What? You can’t ask me that now when we’re lying here naked and your face is smeared with my juices.”
    “I certainly can and I can’t think of a better time. Why would you lie now?”
    “Oh, please, Nate, don’t do this!” She moved under him, trying to wriggle free and he