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tasting his mouth, feeling his warmth under her hands. She’d missed this and thought never to experience it again. Over and over they kissed, Kian exploring down her throat, her nibbling his ear. One minute she attacked him, and the next he did her. When they broke apart, they both panted, but Evie felt moisture between her legs. She was far from satisfied. If he even hinted to wanting more, she’d jump his bones.
    Then she recalled the day Brad died. She’d wanted Kian and welcomed him to take her, but he’d been rough and cruel. At no time during sex with him did she not want his hands on her body, but he’d hurt her emotionally at the same time. If he invited her to his bed tonight, would it be the same as back then, and if so, could she bear it? An orgasm or two was not worth being treated like he lowered himself to sleep with her.
    As she considered the potential blow to her self-esteem, Kian strode toward the hall leading to the stairs. He turned back and extended a hand toward her. “Coming?”
    She searched his face. The warmth that drove her to kiss him was still there, and she took a chance. They headed to the second floor with her hand in his as she followed him. In his bedroom, Kian removed his jacket and tie. She took in the sight of him with holster and gun still on. Strong arms, a big chest, and chiseled jaw with five o’clock shadow turned her on big time.
    Kian opened his shirt a few buttons, and she got a glimpse of his taut skin, sun-kissed, and the tent in his slacks said he was just as ready as she. Evie stood there soaking him in, breathing his scent, which permeated the room. Her heart raced, and she found it hard to catch her breath. She wanted him, but she didn’t want to move. Looking at him fulfilled a desire all its own.
    “What’s wrong?” he asked.
    She forced her gaze off him. “Nothing.”
    “Come here.” His words were a gentle command, but her feet refused to move.
    In the past, when they played the dominance bedroom games, Kian ordered her, and she obeyed. She had loved when he took charge and his roughness. The times he’d spanked her had brought her to the brink of an orgasm plenty of times. Tonight felt different. Back then, if she didn’t do as he said, she suffered the consequences. She knew how to signal she wanted him to back off, but she had never needed to. Kian understood her desires, had learned them over their time together. From day one, he’d striven to please her and had freely taught her what he liked in return. That was another reason why she had believed they were forever, and maybe why her love for him would not let go.
    She watched him remove his weapon and lay it on the nightstand. Then he tossed his shirt on a chair. He came to her and rested gentle hands on her arms. She swayed toward him, but her body still wouldn’t do what she liked. Kian pulled her T-shirt up and slid it over her head. Then he pinched open her jeans. Her core tightening made her bite her bottom lip. His palm inside her panties and cupping her pussy brought on a moan.
    “If you want to stop here…”
    She blinked at him.
    “I’m not going to take you to bed until I’m sure you want it, Evie.”
    I’ve never not wanted it from you. Not since day one.
    She finished removing her clothes and then walked to the bed to climb up. Sliding backward and facing him, she let her expression tell him all he wanted to know. Kian followed, thrusting his slacks over narrow hips and kicking them and his shoes away. When he was naked, he climbed on the bed above her, his gaze locked with hers. She reached up to touch his chest, and her fingers grazed his nipple. The sharp intake of his breath pleased her. She could still turn him on.
    He paused just above her, his knee between her thighs and hands at either side of her waist. His gaze slid down over her body, and under his scrutiny, her nipples pebbled. Her breasts rose and fell at a rapid pace, and for a few seconds, he seemed mesmerized by