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last…wouldn’t. As she tightened around him, her lashes drifting low over her eyes and a broken moan escaping her, the silken muscles in her pussy milked him, clutching at him. She was so soft, so tight. She reached down, gripping his wrist, her nails sinking into his skin like she had to have something to hold on to.
    He understood that… He felt like he was about to fly into a million pieces.
    As she cried out, the climax twisting through her, he drove deep…and fell apart.
    He wasn’t even sure if there were a million pieces left when it ended. She just might have undone him completely.
     
     
    He was cuddled up against her back once more and Marc was pretty certain it was the best way to spend a morning. Ever. Normally he’d think something like that through about fifty times before he said it to a woman, and maybe debate about it for a few days, wait until the opportunity arose again before he said it. Especially considering how often his mouth ended up getting him in trouble.
    But he didn’t have to do that here, not with Chaili. Stroking his thumb along her side, he reminded himself of that.
    Then his thoughts stuttered to a halt as he stroked his thumb over her side. There was a ridge under his thumb. Raised against her soft, smooth flesh. A scar…?
    What…
    As his mind started to process that, she reached up with her hand, guided his hand down to her hip. Closing his eyes, he blew out a breath. She had a scar on her ribs. Okay. Would explain why she didn’t want to take off the shirt. He’d thought maybe she was just self-conscious. Chaili had always had a long, lean build. Amazing legs. An ass that made his hands itch to touch… Jerking his mind back on track, he thought it through. So it was self-consciousness. And maybe something else. He could still remember that flicker of pain he’d seen in her eyes last night. He’d figure it out.
    It was a bridge he’d cross next time, or the time after.
    Now he just needed to make sure she’d be open to a next time.
    “I’ve been thinking,” he said softly.
    Chaili laughed, shooting him a look over her shoulder. “Thinking…is that what we call it now?”
    He swatted her hip lightly. “Brat.” He nipped her neck and then licked her skin, loving the taste of her. “Hmmm, you taste good. Anyway, I was thinking. I’ve decided this is probably the best way I’ve ever spent a morning. Matter of fact, I’m pretty damn sure of it.”
    A faint blush settled over her cheeks. “Hmm. Well, considering it’s a ridiculously early hour, I guess it’s not been too bad.”
    “Gee, thanks,” he said deprecatingly.
    “Hey, I can’t help that you’ve got windows that face the sun and I was woken up at the crack of dawn.” She sniffed and snuggled back down into the bed. “Although I guess it’s a good thing. I’ve got a big project and I need to get to work. If something didn’t wake me up, I just might have slept the day away. This bed is amazing.”
    He grinned down at her. “So you’re pleased about the bed.”
    A smile curled her lips. “I’m pleased about everything right now, truth be told.”
    “Good.” He sat up, pushing his fingers through her hair. “I was wondering…ah, maybe we could go out sometime. Like, um…a date. You know.”
    Smooth, Casanova, he told himself.
    She rolled onto her back, pulling the blankets up and tucking them under her arms. “A date.”
    “Well…yeah.” Shooting for a smile, he managed what he figured wasn’t too strained. And why did he have to try and smile around Chaili, anyway? Being with her felt easy. Natural. Why in the hell was he putting up with women who annoyed the hell out of him when he could have this? “I mean, we had fun and all, right?”
    “Sure.” She sat up. “Fun. Although this was a little more than I think we planned on.”
    “Yeah.” Okay, he was struggling here. He knew it, could feel it. Could feel the slippery ground under his feet. “I guess I got my money’s worth,