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    “Incredibly beautiful,” he said, voice thick, as he stood there looking at her. “This gorgeous white skin, the pink of your nipples. . .” He brushed a slightly shaky hand over her breasts. “I wish I were an artist. I’d paint you like this. Exotic and naked. . .”
    She smiled and lifted her arms to welcome him. “Come to me. Now. Please. I can’t wait another second.”
    With a groan of intense need, he slid his body over hers. Her hips came off the pillow to greet him, and her hands found and gripped the smooth globes of his ass as he pushed deep inside her with one thrust of satin over steel. She whimpered. Too intense. Too incredibly wonderful. She couldn’t move because she knew she’d shatter at the first stroke. And Jon, being Jon, and knowing her as he did, stayed still as her body adjusted and welcomed him. Two perfect pieces of a puzzle. Yin and yang.
    She slid her hands up his back, rocking her hips to draw him even deeper inside her. Risking losing her mind and losing her soul.
    “We should take it slow and easy so I don’t hurt you.”
    Slow? Easy? Was he nuts? “Haven’t we. . . had. . . this conversation?” She was beyond ready.
    “Yeah. Oh, Lord-” He pushed deep, then held absolutely still, allowing himself one perfect moment to revel in being back where he belonged, but need clamored inside him, urging him on. He started thrusting, and once he found his rhythm, Danica knew nothing could hold him back. Gentleness had no part here. Tonight was about tasting life. Reminding them both that they still lived. That they still loved.
    “Jon,” she moaned. “Oh, God. Jon. Please—” His hips pistoned, slamming into hers as if he wanted to impale her on the mattress. Danica loved it, wrapping her arms and legs around him tightly so she could hold on for the ride.
    He bent to kiss her hard, desperate for more contact. More. More. More. They rose and fell, faster and faster, sweat gluing their bodies together as they moved in concert, their bodies remembering all the nights they’d moved together, loved together, come together. Just. Like. This.
    They climaxed together in a blinding flash of bone-melting intensity that took them into uncharted territory. It took years for Danica to come down from the ceiling. She struggled to draw more air into her heaving lungs as her heart pounded with manic intensity, and her body shuddered and shivered in the aftermath.
    “Holy orgasm, Batman! Just when I thought you couldn’t get any better at this,” Danica gasped, rubbing her face against his, loving the feel of his whiskered jaw on her cheek. “You’ve been working out, haven’t you?”
    “No. Just waiting for my shot to get back inside you.” He moved against her, sending electrical charges arcing through her body. Burying his mouth against the dampness between her shoulder and neck, he breathed hard, his body still sensitized and shuddering with the intensity of his own release. “Give me ten seconds and we’ll go again.”
    “Really?”
    “Sweetheart, for you I’ll make it five.” He brushed a kiss against her temple. Wrapping his arms around her with a fierce intensity that hadn’t abated one iota with their joint multiple orgasms, he stroked her hair in gentle, soothing, almost hypnotic, glides. Her heart, never healed, melted with tenderness. She didn’t remember the last time Jon had just held her after sex.
    Either he wanted more or he was asleep. Off and on.
    Black and white.
    Wired or unconscious.
    No middle ground. But this. . . This was nice. She drifted.
    Her hair felt cool on her shoulders as he lifted the strands and let them sift through his fingers. “Your hair always reminded me of a night sky. Did I ever tell you that?”
    “No,” she said, hoping he never realized how many shades of Miss Clairol she had to use to get the black just right.
    “Well, it does.” His voice was low, husky with want and tenderness. It brought tears to her eyes. “One of those