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leaned forward and pressed a kiss over his heart. It was his undoing. He hauled her close, his hands under her shirt now, under the waistband of her shorts. She was naked under the shorts, no panties. That surprised him, excited him. He squeezed her bare ass under her shorts and kissed her until he thought his cock would burst through the front of his pants.
    Once again, she pulled back. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her breathing nearly as ragged as his. She reached for his waist and undid his jeans. The rasp of his zipper seemed louder than the driving rain. He was hard and heavy in her cool hand and he groaned when she squeezed the tip of his cock.
    He watched her, a look of intense concentration mixed with lust on her face as she stroked him harder. It had been too long, way too long, for him to let her touch him that way, but he didn’t have the heart to tell her to stop.
    Somehow, she sensed his impending loss of control and slowed her motions. “I need you,” she murmured, head bowed, and he wasn’t sure if she was speaking to him or his cock.
    He gently took himself from her grasp and pushed her back on the bed. Her shorts were already tugged down low on her hips and he quickly removed them. Her T-shirt still protected her modesty, but he didn’t intend to let it remain that way for long. He stretched out beside her, his cock still poking out of his jeans. She threw a leg over his hip, his erection brushing against her thigh.
    They both groaned. He tugged at his jeans and boxers, needing to get them off before the zipper bit his cock off. She watched him, amusement playing on her face as he eased himself free of the heavy cloth. She looked predatory, hungry, not at all the reserved woman she’d been in the living room. He wondered for a fleeting moment if he would be up for whatever they were about to do.
    He reached for the hem of her T-shirt and she gently pushed his hands away and took it off herself. Then she lay back, her arms at her sides, and let him look his fill. It was a gift he didn’t take lightly.
    She truly was stunning. In the wan light of the thunderstorm, she seemed perfect, whole. Her healthy breast lay flat against her chest, the nipple hard and dark. Though he’d never seen her any other way, he mourned the loss of her other breast. It seemed a cruel thing to steal such beauty.
    She lay there, her body tense, as if she feared his rejection. He smiled. “You’re beautiful.”
    “I was.”
    “You are.” He didn’t give her a chance to argue. He covered her body with his own, pressing his scarred chest to hers. His cock nestled between her thighs, finding warmth and wetness. “I have to do this slowly,” he said, almost apologetically. “I have to be careful of my heart rate, at least for a while.”
    “Can you do that?” she asked, her eyes wide and innocent.
    “I can try.”
    She contemplated him for a moment. He could feel the tension slipping from her body as she eased her legs around him, opening herself.
    He didn’t push into her, he didn’t need to. She was so wet and he was so hard, it was as if her body absorbed him.
    She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his head down, taking his moan into her body the way she was taking his cock. With the barest tilt of her hips, he was buried inside her. Home.
    He clung to her, arms wrapped around her body and tucked under her ass, as he drove his cock into her. When his thrusts became almost animalistic, he felt her fingertips soothe his shoulders.
    “Easy,” she whispered. “Slow, go slow.”
    He thought he was hurting her, then realized she was saying it for him. “Fuck it,” he said through clenched teeth. “I need you.”
    She didn’t argue as he plunged into her again, pushing her up higher on the bed. She wrapped her legs around him tighter, her nails digging into his shoulders. Her soft whimpers and moans drove him crazy; he wanted to fuck her until his body gave out.
    Her body tensed under his and she angled her