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back, but the long, tangled strands were everywhere. Then he reached up and smoothed her hair back, pulling it behind her head and holding it there in a loose ponytail.
    “Thank you.” She met his eyes and held his gaze as she went down again, pausing to inhale the warm, masculine scent of him. He watched her back with eyes almost feverishly intense, and she slid her mouth up and down over him, cupping his balls, rolling them gently, pressing her finger into the place behind them that drove him nuts.
    His hips twitched beneath her and he pushed himself farther into her mouth. She willingly took more, then he tugged her ponytail harder, pulling her off him. She looked up at him.
    “I love that,” he said, with a moan. “But I want to come inside you. Please, Ainslie.”
    She wiped her mouth and slid her body up along his, rubbing her breasts against his chest. “Yes,” she whispered. “Have you got a condom?”
    “Oh, Christ.” He covered his eyes with his hand. “I do. It’s in my wallet, in my pants.”
    “In the living room.” She smiled. “I’ll wait.”
    He rolled out of bed and strode long-legged, lean-hipped out of the room. He was back almost instantly, rolling the condom onto his cock and then he loomed over her. He was big, bigger and broader than he had been, and, for a moment, she was overwhelmed by his size and the strength emanating from him as he held himself over her on arms that were taut and bulging, his shoulders bunched.
    She gazed up at him and laid her hands to his chest, then shoulders as they looked at each other for a long moment.
    “I can’t believe how much I want you,” he said.
    “I know.” She sighed. “I know.”
    She reached between them to take hold of him, opening for him, and she directed the blunt head of his cock to her, rubbing him through her moisture. He thrust forward and then he was in her, filling her, so big and hot. The suddenness of it forced the air out of her lungs. He paused there, waiting, throbbing inside her, his entire body rigid with control.
    Then he thrust again, so deep inside her she could feel him against her womb. He stopped again, pressing himself into her, and the exquisite pleasure of him touching that sensitive place so deep inside her was almost painful. A hard, fiery wave of heat swept over her body. She cried out, soft cries of ecstasy, lifting her hips to him, her hands gliding down to his tight buttocks. She held him there, clenching around him while he pulsed inside her. They both knew the next movement would send them both over.
    “Ah, fuck.” He groaned and thrust into her even farther, fucking her hard, withdrawing and slamming into her again. That sent her up, over the edge, tumbling, free-falling, sensation rolling from the centre of her down her legs in waves of ecstasy almost too much to bear. She cried out and held onto him tightly, with her arms, her legs, every inner muscle she had, as she rode through the waves. His hard lunges into her prolonged the bliss until he shuddered against her, too, grinding into her. She lifted herself against him, taking everything he gave.
    They slept after that, in each other’s arms, and, when Ainslie awoke in the night, his erection pressed against her again. She sought his eyes in the darkness and found him awake, his face serious, and eyes full of hot desire. She shifted against him, sliding a leg over his hip, and they made love again, slowly, watching each other’s faces, kissing with long, slow, open-mouthed kisses, tongues sliding, hands gliding. They rocked together in a warm, delicious rhythm until they both burst with pleasure, shaking and breathless.
    A surge of emotion swelled inside her, so strong, so sweet it hurt, because she knew this was just a moment. A moment of aching tenderness, of fierce passion. A moment she would never have again. Because Griff had walked back into her life, but tomorrow he was walking out again, taking her heart with him.
     

CHAPTER 6
     
    Ainslie