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withdraw. “This is supposed to be all about you.”
    For some reason his words touched her heart. “But I like this.” She gave him a firm squeeze, and he
    actually laughed.
    It was fun, laughing in bed, naked and aroused. Their sexual encounters were always so intense and
    commanding. Sometimes even angry, though she’d always, always been left satisfied.
    She remembered how upset he’d made her. How jealous she was that he’d been with Drake. No way
    could she have imagined ending up in bed with Trevor tonight. Not after that revelation at dinner and
    certainly not after that phone call.
    Oh, who was she kidding? The man whispered a few naughty words in her ear and she was wet and
    willing for him. Needed him like she needed air to breathe, he was so addictive.
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    It was as if he knew exactly what she wanted. And the thought of that alone frightened her.
    “Well, I like it, too. I can’t deny that.” His breath caught when her fingers did a slow glide up and
    down his shaft. “But if you keep touching me I won’t last.”
    “Then let’s hurry up,” she whispered, her gaze lifting to meet his.
    He rolled so she lay beneath him, the weight of his muscular body sinking her into the mattress.
    Propping himself up with his hands on either side of her head, he stared down at her, the intense glow in his
    stormy eyes making her squirm.
    “What?” she asked when he didn’t say anything.
    “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, leaning down to brush his mouth against hers. “I like to look at
    you.”
    There went her heart again. It had no business feeling so tight, experiencing that tingle of bliss at his
    words.
    “I just want to make you feel good,” he murmured against her neck, his mouth leaving a hot, damp
    trail on her sensitive flesh. “Tell me what you want.”
    You and me together forever.
    Yeah, that would make him kick her out of his bed faster than he could say hell no if she uttered those
    words. Why would she even think like that? Trevor didn’t do commitment. She really didn’t either.
    “Scarlett.”
    Blinking, she gazed up at him, wondered why he looked at her as if she might mean something to
    him. Wondered why he touched her as if she were fragile and made of glass. She watched, struck silent by
    the sleekness of his moves, the effortless confidence he exuded, as if it didn’t bother him to reveal his
    feelings, his thoughts. He reached for the drawer of the bedside table and opened it, grabbing a condom.
    Lifting away from her, he sheathed himself.
    All she could do was lie there, silent and hopeful. Knowing that the second he was inside her he
    would make it all better. Make her all better.
    It was a mistake, pinning her hopes on this one man. Yet she couldn’t help it. She would save the
    regrets for tomorrow.
    Slowly, as if he had all the time in the world, he entered her, filling her with one long stroke and their
    mingled moans sounded in the quiet stillness of the room.
    This she didn’t get tired of. The connection, the oneness she felt with Trevor in these moments. Sex
    had always been about her or him in the past. Never about them.
    With Trevor, it was all about them.
    He said her name again, the sound raw as it rasped from between his lips. He began to move slowly,
    in and out, deeper and deeper and she moved with him. Her hips nudged against his, her legs wrapped
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    around his waist. With a tenderness he’d never displayed before, he kissed her, drugged her with his mouth,
    his tongue.
    She couldn’t take this. It felt too—serious. It felt too good.
    So good.
    He thrust within her as if he had all the time in the world. The slow drag and retreat within her body
    was too much, too overwhelming. She didn’t want sweet, slow lovemaking. She wanted it crazy rough—
    scratching an itch versus expressing their feelings.
    Scarlett needed it impersonal so she wouldn’t cry. The very last thing