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apartment, she might not have been so certain that he loved her. This kiss didn’t have a lot to do with love, but it had everything to do with lust. That worked for her, because she was just as desperate for him.
    They wrenched at each other’s clothing, and didn’t succeed in getting much of it off before he shoved her down on the feather bed. She still wore one leg of her jeans, and although his coat was on the floor and his shirt was unbuttoned, that was all he’d accomplished. With a soft oath he unzipped his fly and tore open a condom packet.
    He no longer trembled. Instead he moved rapidly and deliberately to sheath himself. She sprawled across the bed, and he grabbed the damp crotch of her panties. With one swift tug, the seams gave way.
    The thrilling sound of him ripping her panties from her body nearly made her climax. He’d never been like this. She moaned, needing him, aching for him...and then he was there, surging into her with a powerful thrust that made her gasp.
    His mouth hovered inches from hers. “I have you, now, my precious.”
    She would have laughed, because
Lord of the Rings
quotes had been inside jokes of theirs during college. But his wild assault had left her breathless, and
hot.
She’d never been so turned on.
    He seemed to have achieved total immersion, but somehow he rocked his hips forward and settled himself deeper yet. “There. Right
there.
”
    The jolt of his penis set off her first tremor. “
Cole.
”
    His laugh was low and rich with satisfaction. “Ready for me, you are.”
    Hysterics and passion bubbled equally inside of her. “Not Yoda, too!” She gasped. “You’re killing me here!”
    â€œI’m distracting myself. Turns out I don’t want a repeat of that first night, after all.” He eased back slowly, setting off little explosions across her skin. Then he drove in again, filling her as only Cole could.
    Her blood pounded through her veins as another spasm hit, and another.
    â€œAh, Taryn, you’re going to come first.” And he stroked her again, and again, and again.
    Cupping his face, she pulled him down, needing his mouth on hers, because she was about to come, and if she yelled, she’d wake Mrs. Gustafson. He made love to her mouth with his tongue, mimicking the same steady rhythm of his hips. He required an embarrassingly short time to achieve his goal. As he swallowed her soft cries, she arched upward in a powerful climax. If he hadn’t had her pinned to the bed, she believed she might have flown.
    As her world spun and she quivered in his arms, his rhythm changed. Now his hips rocked with more speed and less care. Lifting his mouth from hers, he began to pant. “Yes...yes...now...Taryn...
now.
” With one final thrust, he drove home, his body shuddering with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
    Sliding both hands under his shirt, she caressed his sweaty back. Her hands remembered the texture of his skin and the ripple of his muscles. He liked to be caressed after sex. She’d forgotten that. Each memory that surfaced was a treasure she’d kept locked away, but now she could uncover them all. Cole was back in her arms at last.
    * * *
    Cole’s technique had lacked eloquence, but he was pleased with the end result. Brushing a kiss over her full lips, he eased away from her and gave her a Schwarzenegger “
I’ll be back.”
    â€œYou’d better be,” she murmured. “And next time I want it long and slow.”
    â€œMe, too.” He headed for the little bathroom with its white antique fixtures. He’d never stayed here, but he’d toured the place. Whenever they had non-magickal folks visit Evergreen Industries, he put them up at the Nutcracker Inn. Everyone raved about it.
    Good thing he wouldn’t ever stay here, because now the place would be loaded with memories of Taryn. A sharp pain in the vicinity of his heart reminded him of