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along his spine.
    Kyle dragged his mouth away from hers and reached behind his neck to grab the collar of his shirt. He doffed it in one yank and tossed it aside, giving her hands room to play across the hard planes of his chest. She curled her fingertips into muscle, reveled in the feel of his warm skin. God, how she’d missed him. How she’d missed this.
    As a smile touched her tingling lips, he dipped his head, and grazed the side of her neck with his teeth. Heat rolled through her veins, igniting sparks of ecstasy that tripped down her spine all the way to her toes. She arched her back, slid her hands to his shoulders, and let out a quiet moan. Kyle.
    He brought his mouth back to hers, his teeth nipping the sensitive flesh of her lower lip. She sensed his urgency, understood the frantic need for all-consuming contact. They’d been too long apart, their mutual needs too long ignored, and now, they came together in one cataclysmic burst of spontaneous fire. Aimee’s hands entangled his, got in the way. His awkwardness thwarted her attempts to push down the waistband of his sweats. With a frustrated groan, Kyle broke their kiss and braced his weight on his good arm as he took charge of undressing himself.
    Aimee followed suit, unfastening her robe and shimmying out of her flannel pajama bottoms. She kicked the cloth off her ankles, then reached for Kyle, urging his heated body into hers, craving the feel of his skin flush with hers. When he yielded and sank into her embrace, the hot hard length of his cock nestled between her moist nether lips, teasing her with the promise of absolute fulfillment. She spread her knees in willing welcome and glided her hands down his back to squeeze his buttocks. Lifting off the floor, she rolled her hips into his.
    Kyle’s hard breath rasped against her cheek. A shudder rocked his shoulders. For one frightening moment, he went utterly still. Aimee’s thoughts careened, nearing the verge of panic. He couldn’t be retreating. She’d crack into pieces if he pulled away from her and locked himself in that dark place she couldn’t reach. Stay with me.
    Opening her eyes, she took in the tight lines around his mouth and the way his teeth pricked his lower lip. Not stopping—no, he fought for control.
    Control she didn’t want him to find.
    She speared her fingers into his short hair and urged his mouth to hers once more. Kyle’s hips drove forward, his erection slipping through her slickened flesh. As she suckled at his lower lip, she flattened her feet on the floor and rubbed against his swollen shaft. A low groan rumbled in the back of Kyle’s throat, the sound matching her pleasured mewl.
    He pulled his hips away, and on one forceful thrust, slid deep inside her.
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    Aimee’s sharp cry barely registered in Kyle’s mind. The wet heat of her willing flesh eradicated all ability to consider her comfort and sent him barreling headlong down the path of unchecked desire. For fourteen long months he’d done everything he could to convince himself he didn’t want Aimee. Bent over backwards to convince her of the same. But the need he felt for her refused to die the death he wished upon it, and the warm grip of her inner muscles as she gloved him tight was the homecoming he’d fantasized about every night in the hospital beds in Germany.
    He no longer cared about complications. No longer concerned himself with what came after. All he knew was the brush of Aimee’s lips against his, the jagged fall of her raspy breath, and the absolute ecstasy of sliding through her flesh.
    Pleasure soaked through him. He shook with the force of his need and clamped his teeth together to keep from spewing nonsensical murmurings he wouldn’t be able to explain later. What mattered was here and now. Feeling her around him. Savoring the way she lifted her legs and locked them around his waist, taking him even deeper. Shit, he wasn’t going to last long. Not like this.
    Then again, he didn’t care.