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Ohmygod. He was going to watch her as she came, as drunk on her bliss as she probably was on the wine.
    She caught her breath, overwhelmed by his need. Sex had never been this hot, this passionate, before. She’d loved Lee, but he’d never set her on fire like this. Hamish had only to look at her to turn her on. Sliding her hands into his hair, she kissed him deeply, grazing her teeth on his bottom lip, and his answering growl reverberated all the way through her.
    It wasn’t long before pleasure began to build in the pit of her stomach, and she closed her eyes. “Hamish...”
    “Let it come, honey.”
    “Oh...” Everything tightened around him, and he caught her mouth with his and captured her cries as she came. The muscles of his back tensed beneath her fingers, and he gasped as he reached his own climax, thrusting hard as her orgasm continued to roll over her in wave after pleasurable wave.
    She returned to reality gradually, his skin damp beneath her fingers, conscious of him covering her face with small, light kisses on her cheeks, eyelids, temples, ears, and finally her mouth. There he lingered, and she sighed as his lips moved across hers and he stroked his tongue deep into her mouth, making her murmur appreciatively before he lifted his head.
    “Hey.” He smiled at her.
    “Hey.” She brought a hand up to his face and brushed his stubble with her thumb. “That was nice.”
    “That’s the understatement of the year.” He kissed her again as he lifted her away from the wall and walked over to the bed. Still inside her, he lowered her down, his weight heavy on her. “It was sublime. Thank you.”
    “Oh, you’re very welcome.”
    He touched his nose to hers. “Sorry it was so quick. As I said, it’s been a while.”
    “Jeez, don’t apologize. You may have noticed me beating you to the finishing line.”
    He laughed. “I did notice. Even so, next time it’ll be better, I promise.”
    Next time?
    Better?
    The cold night air cooled the sweat on her skin, and she shivered. He withdrew and disposed of the condom, then pulled back the duvet and threw it over her.
    He sat on the edge of the bed. “Will you stay the night?”
    She met his gaze, which was hopeful, almost pleading. “Okay.”
    He looked relieved. “I’ll just let Brandon out and then I’ll be back.” He disappeared.
    She visited the bathroom, and as she washed her hands, she stared at herself in the mirror above the basin. You should go home now. Before you get in any deeper. But she was fooling herself. As Hamish had said, even if they had only three weeks together—even if he only wanted her tonight—she’d take it. Leaving him would be hard, but at least she’d have these wonderful memories to keep her warm.
    She dried her hands and returned to bed. Having dealt with Brandon, he came back to her, slid in, and wrapped his arms around her, warm against her back. “I’m so glad I met you,” he murmured.
    “Me too.” How could she not be? He’d resuscitated her—brought her back into the land of the living. She couldn’t regret that. She swallowed down the bitter taste at the thought that this couldn’t be forever. Everything must come to an end. She wouldn’t grieve over something not yet dead. She’d enjoy it while she had it and worry about the consequences later.
    They made love several more times that night, and again in the morning, and by then it was clear that wasn’t going to be the end of it.
    Over the three weeks of Hamish’s leave, they practically lived together at the beach house. When he visited friends and family, Rose went with him, and it seemed their fingers were constantly linked, as if he couldn’t bear to let her go. When her holiday finished and she returned to work, he waited for her at the school gates at the end of the day, ready to whisk her away to the beach house again so he could keep her to himself.
    They made love often, and he hadn’t been joking about making it better. He spent hours