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He couldn’t hold off much longer. “Can you feel me, so deep inside you?” She started to writhe, the sting of bridging her ass forgotten. She waded up and down the bed slowly, setting a pace that threatened his sanity.
    “Touch your clit with your other hand. I need to fuck you. Now.”
    Sweat drizzled down his body, and droplets fell onto hers and merged into the gleam of her own skin. He withdrew and then re-entered, over and over, shattering her resistance with each plunge. Her legs opened wider. Her pussy swelled right in front of him as she fucked herself with both her hands. Pure bliss veiled her eyes.
    And still he felt he couldn’t get close enough to her. He sucked the vanilla-scented flesh of her calf. His own hand joined hers deep in the depths of her sex. He wanted to feel what she felt, him inside her. His cock jerked. Cum sprang from his over-strained head. She convulsed at the sensation of having her ass pumped, the pounding of his fingers and hers in her pussy, and the stimulation of her clit. She screamed. The veins in her neck strained against her skin as both their climaxes rushed into each other. He leaned over her. She kissed his eyebrows, his cheeks, his jaw, and his lips. Her tongue slipped between the seam of his mouth; his cock inside her twitched one last time. Her legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him locked within her.
    He loved her. It had to be love or else why would she be such a constant thought in his head? Everything about her, from the way she smelled to her dainty feet. He loved the gloss on her skin and the iridescent blue of her eyes, her mouth with its lush pink lips, her stubbornness, her laughter, and that dark decisive pleasure she got in her gaze when she felt as if she beat him. He knew what he wanted and he wanted Cait. He’d loved her for so long and had waited so patiently to come back for her. And now she sheltered his cock inside her, she got wet for him, and she shuddered when he kissed her.
    He could take care of her. She needed to trust him. She was everything to him. He just had to make her accept it.

Chapter 6
    Cait sighed in pleasure as he slipped from her ass and strolled into her bathroom. Gosh, he was gorgeous. Every beautiful inch of him stunned her whenever she looked at him, her attention drawn to him without any help from her.
    The tenderness between her legs was a constant reminder of how thoroughly he took her. Heights she’d never imagined existed, pleasures she wanted to experience repeatedly. A wish she could never grant herself. They might have amazing chemistry between the sheets, but outside of it? Their relationship would be doomed.
    She had an already established position in life, an important job, and two degrees behind her name. She looked for someone on a similar level as she was—a professional with an ordered life. He would never fit into her life. He still needed to find himself. She knew he did something with computers, at least that’s what everyone said. But even erasing all that from her lists of cons, the most important one still prevailed. They were and would always be at different parts of their lives, one their difference in age would never be able to gap.
    And then there was the gossip and her work and her family. Her father had blamed her for her relationship with Dean not working out. Dean had been the apple of his eye. The perfect man to marry his youngest daughter and take over his prestigious law practice. Both her parents would have collective heart attacks if she brought home a younger man with tattoos, who worked with computers, and drove around in scraps of metal pieced together to form a vehicle. She wondered where Declan kept his car when he was in the States, because according to Mrs. Meyer he loved that heap of metal. But oh, those tattoos, depictions of dragons at war that stole her breath away. No, her father would disown her, and at thirty-four she still cared about such things.
    She shifted onto her side,