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pull rid him of his briefs. They both pooled around his feet. “Give me the rubber.”
    She did, and he slipped it on. Her mouth watered at the thoughts of what was about to happen. Where would they have sex? On the floor? She’d take him any way he wanted.
    Like she weighed nothing at all, he scooped her up and moved with her over to the wall. He yanked her panties down and threw them on the floor. “Wrap your legs around my waist, honey.”
    Stacey loved when he called her honey. She did as he asked, and he pushed himself inside her. She let her lids fall closed.
    “Open your eyes and look at me. I want those big blues staring right at me.”
    “Yes.” She opened her eyes, leaning her head up against the wall. “Oh God, Aidan. I want to take you all.”
    “You are. All of me.” He exited her an inch and then jammed back in again.
    She cried out. Aidan only ordered her around when they had sex and in those circumstances, she loved it.
    He’d never looked at her with so much intensity before. She sucked in her breath; she couldn’t look away even if she’d wanted to. Aidan captured her soul in his eyes and even though she knew she was being ridiculous in thinking such things, she didn’t know if she’d ever get it back from him again.
    In and out he thrust inside her. The wall rubbed against her back. Pressure built; the intensity of his gaze built. She wanted completion, needed it, and only Aidan could give it to her.
    “I want to be in you forever.” He whispered.
    She wished she could focus on what he said, but all she could do was feel.
    “Come for me, sweet Stacey. I want to feel you fall apart.”
    “I want to.” She panted. “Oh, I’m so close.”
    He pressed his hand between them and played with her clit while his cock pushed her to heights she didn’t know she could reach. Her world exploded. Colors traveled in front of her eyes.
    “Oh, Aidan.”
    He came within her. She could feel each strong pulse he made into the condom. In another life, they could have been skin-to-skin together with no barrier between them. But there was no use wishing for the impossible. In the present, she had no complaints.
    Aidan had taken her up against the wall with his pants still around his ankles. She giggled at the thought.
    “Something funny?” He pressed his forehead against hers.
    “Us. I still have my bra on. You’re half-dressed with your pants around your feet.”
    “Never let it be said we can’t be really, really excited. And do things our own way.”
    She rubbed the back of his head. “We are quite a pair.”
    If he heard longing in her voice, he didn’t remark on it, which she supposed was best. He pulled out of her and gently placed her on her feet. Her knees threatened to buckle, so she leaned against the wall for support.
    He redressed, and she decided she should do the same. After a few minutes of silence, she looked up at him.
    With her heart in her hands, she spoke. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Aidan.”
    He smiled. “You too, Stacey. It really was a hell of a night, wasn’t it?”
    “Yes.”
    The sounds of the street filled the room. She took his hand. “Take me home.”
    Her bed would be a welcome sight.
    “Can I go with you?” He bit down lightly on her shoulder. “Or have you had enough for the night?”
    “Come home with me.” Fourteen days until he left. She would make every one of them count.

 
     
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    “Mom. I’m leaving tomorrow.”
    His mother looked up from the television. He’d never seen her watch it, ever, during his childhood but she seemed to do it incessantly. “Yes, I know, dear. I have the lovely nurse you found me, and you’ll skedaddle down life’s highway to wherever it is you decide to go. Not one thought for your mother or anyone here.”
    Untrue. He might never get his month back in New Orleans out of his mind. Between his mother’s recovery and the way he’d fallen for Stacey again, he’d need more beer then he could ever