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the need to connect with her. He slipped his arms under her shoulders and rolled with her until he was on his back. She moved with him effortlessly.
    A peculiar sound penetrated the sexual fog in his brain. Josie obviously heard it, too, because she went still in his arms. She took her mouth off his and straightened up, the shift in her weight causing her pelvis to grind into his. There was no way on earth Josie wouldnt notice the huge erection thrusting into her.
    Oh, this is just great, she said, putting her hands on her hips as she looked past Ricks head. The sound continued, a muffled, squeaky, back-and-forth sawing kind of noise. /Err-eee-err-ee, grerr-eee-grerr-ee. Eng, eng, eng./ Genghis is chewing on my vibrator, she said, looking down at Rick.
    Ah, so you prefer the more polite name for it.
    Josie cocked her head thoughtfully. What would you call it?
    Rick laughed. Its a big-ass dildo, sweetie.
    Josie bit her lip. Well, whatever it is, its the only one I have and it cost over twenty-five dollars.
    Rick felt his erection pulse. Josie obviously felt it, too, because she squirmed a little.
    I wouldnt worry about it too much, he said.
    Oh, yeah? Whys that?
    Because youre not going to need it anymore.
    Josie beamed. I was so hoping youd say that.

CHAPTER 8
    I havent done this in a while, Rick said, stroking the tops of Josies thighs as she straddled him.
    She laughed, wondering how long of a hiatus the handsome Rick Rousseau was admitting tothree days? A week? Two weeks? She was almost ashamed to tell him it had been three months for her.
    Its been almost seven years, Josie, he whispered.
    She went still. She held her breath. She stared down at those deep green eyes curtained by long lashes. He had to be joking.
    Its the truth, he said.
    Josie pushed herself off Ricks body and stood up. She reached a hand down for him and he pulled himself to a stand with an audible groan.
    Suddenly, it all made sense to herRick had suffered such a serious injury in the motorcycle crash that he wasnt able to have sex! That could be the only explanation. But if that were the case, then what was that giant erection doing in his pants? Maybe it was more of a musculoskeletal issue than a blood-flow issue? She couldnt help itshe reevaluated his below-the-belt situation to be sure she hadnt been imagining things.
    Everything still works, if thats what youre wondering.
    Uh, no, I mean, thats really great news. Josie was helpless to prevent the red from flaming across her cheeks again.
    You look delicious when you blush, Rick said, eliminating whatever space had developed between their bodies. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her again. It was brief, but it was hot and slick and Josie felt the bottom of her belly drop.
    Mmmmm, she hummed.
    It was my choice to be celibate, he said.
    Josie nodded as the kiss ended, pretending to understand, though she didnt. And youre choosing to decelibate yourself? With me? Now?
    A crooked smile pushed up the left corner of Ricks lips, and she stared at those lips, blinking in wonder. Oh, boy. She was doing it againfalling in love. She was falling for Rick Rousseau. And this wasnt some kind of accidental slide, eitherthe way it had been with Lloyd or Spike or any of the rest of them, whose names she could no longer remember. This time she was going down hard and fast and with such abandon that she swore she could hear a loud thump. Maybe it was just the sound of her heart banging in her chest.
    Thats my plan, if youre okay with it, he said.
    Why me? She raised her eyes to his, and found him looking at her thoughtfully through those glorious eyelashes.
    Because you are wonderful, Josie. Beautiful and sweet and smart and I feel happy when Im with you. You make me laugh. You make me want to try.
    She shook her head, confused. Try?
    To be the decent man you imagine me to be.
    Josie slipped her hands around Ricks waist and rubbed his muscular back.
    Where were you hurt, can I ask? She let her hands roam,