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curled up into a ball, sleeping. She was working too hard—juggling writing her second book, which kept her up late most nights, and working for In Step , the online periodical she wrote a column for. The long hours were definitely taking a toll on her. Telling her to slow down was pointless since she acted much like a dog with a bone when she wanted something. Obstacles be damned. She had proven her tenacity with him, fighting for him, for them, even when he was doing everything he could to push her away.
    He walked over to her and settled on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers lightly up and down her bare arm.
    “Ember, sweetheart.”
    She turned and those guileless brown eyes opened; when she saw him, a smile spread over her face. It was like a sucker punch every time and he fucking craved it.
    “Trace, hi.”
    “How are you feeling?”
    “Sleepy.”
    “I have one more class tonight, but I can have Carlos take it if you want me to stay home.”
    “No, you should go.”
    “You sure?”
    “Yeah.”
    She looked so soft and sweet that he was seriously tempted to ditch class, strip her out of those pajamas, wrap her legs around his waist, and sink himself deep into her. Yeah, the more he thought about it, the better and better it sounded, but when he really looked at her, she looked more than tired.
    Knowing him as well as she did, she reached for his hand to entwine his fingers with her own. “Really, I just need sleep. Don’t worry about me. Maybe later when you get home again you’ll tell me, or better yet show me, whatever it was you were just thinking about.”
    A grin cracked over his face as he brushed his finger along her jaw. It was stupid, but the thought of something happening to her, of losing her, was his greatest fear. “You know me so well.”
    “Um.” She settled more deeply into the blankets. “Wake me up when you get home.”
    He brushed his lips over hers and watched as her heavy lids closed over her eyes. “Sweet dreams, beautiful.”
    Later in the evening, Ember stirred awake as soon as he climbed into bed. She turned into him and pressed her lips to the skeleton key tattoo over his heart that had her name written along the blade. A shudder went through him as she touched him. “How was class?”
    “Packed.”
    Ember lifted her head onto her hand as her fingers ran over the muscles of his chest and abs.
    “What class was it tonight?”
    He answered without conscious thought. “Sauces.”
    “Like gravy?”
    Was she serious? “Ember, you don’t really want to talk about sauces.” He moved to pin her under him as he held himself up on his elbows. “Because there are so many other things that I’d rather do with you than talk about sauces.”
    She gave him a coy little smile. “Really, like what?”
    His hand moved down her body to her stomach, his fingers toying with her tank top, before he lowered his head to press a kiss on her bare belly. His eyes stayed on her as his tongue dipped into her navel before his hands moved her tank up her body, his mouth following the path. He loved it when she touched him, her hands so eager to feel him under her fingertips as she moved them along his body, claiming every inch she touched. He needed to taste her. His tongue flicked her nipple before he lightly bit it and then he lapped at the sensitive bud with his tongue. She moaned in pleasure, and he pulled her breast into his mouth and sucked on it hard. She actually cried out and—fuck if that wasn’t hot. He was surprised and seriously turned on when her hands grabbed at his head and she arched her back.
    “Oh God, Trace, I’m going to come.”
    Fuck yeah. He slipped his hand into her pants until he found the part of her that he so wanted to claim. She was so ready and as soon as he slipped two fingers inside her, her body spasmed around him as she climaxed. Her reaction fueled him as he yanked off her drawstring pants, lifted her hips and settled himself between her legs. Their eyes