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locked when he sank deep into her. He wrapped her legs around his waist, lifted her hips higher, and then started to move. He was never going to get enough of her. He moved slowly at first, savoring the feel of her body, but when she started to tighten around him, he lost control and moved harder and faster; when she came again, he did too.
    “Holy hell,” she whispered.
    She looked sated as her lids closed over her eyes again.
    He settled down next to her and wrapped her into his arms. He wasn’t long to follow her into sleep.
    In the morning, Trace climbed from bed and pulled on a pair of jeans before heading down the hall to the kitchen. He started the coffee and, as soon as the aroma filled the air, he heard Ember starting to stir. She was a complete caffeine junkie.
    He turned toward the door just as she appeared looking all soft and sleepy.
    “Morning,” he said, but he knew she wasn’t awake and wouldn’t be until her first cup of coffee. Instead, as was her habit, she moved to him and settled herself right at his side.
    There was another far more enjoyable way to wake her; he touched his mouth to the spot just behind her ear that made her weak. His hand moved under her shirt to cup her breast. Her reaction was a sharp inhale as her nipple turned hard. So did he.
    He moved his lips along her jaw until they rested over hers. “Just my mouth—that was a first last night.”
    Embarrassment tinged her cheeks pink. “I know.”
    He knew she wanted to reprimand him for embarrassing her, but he distracted her when he moved the tee of his that she was wearing up her body before lifting her onto the counter. He bent forward and closed his mouth over her nipple.
    “Oh God.”
    He chuckled and then got down to business. He brushed his finger between her legs and watched as she bit her lip to keep from whimpering. He felt her fingers on his fly and his dick twitched eagerly. When she wrapped her hand around him and pulled him free, it was his turn to moan.
    “Impatient?” he teased in a gruff voice.
    “To feel you inside me, hell yes.”
    He grabbed her ass and brought her hard against him, burying himself to the hilt, but instead of moving, he stayed completely immobile, just loving the way it felt to be sheathed in her beautiful body.
    “What are you doing?” she demanded.
    “You’re never going to look at this counter the same way again.”
    “Teasing me now—oh my God, just move!”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    And as he complied, he knew neither of them was going to look at the counter the same way.

    Darcy stepped into the small garden center located in the middle of concrete and steel and smiled. Color and scents surrounded her. This was one of her most favorite places in the city. Her fire escape was in need of some color, so she grabbed a cart and started down the aisle.
    “You’re back. We just got in some climbing geraniums that are exquisite,” the sales associate called to her.
    “Thanks, I’ll have to take a look at them.”
    “The pots are all forty percent off too.”
    “More pots, just what my fire escape needs.” The sales associate laughed in reply before she turned to help another customer.
    Darcy wasn’t sure when she developed a love of gardening, but her world had been gray for so long that she craved the brilliance of color around her. Her fingers trailed over the soft petals of a petunia in the palest of pinks. It was a bit sad that her longest relationship was with the flower lady, but living with the revolving door that was her mother’s house, Darcy had come to crave the solitude. She had made a few friends in college, but Darcy kept them at a distance because of the embarrassment and shame of where she came from. Lucien was the only person whose company she had ever wanted.
    Sister Anne had shared her love of gardening. Every week, Darcy had brought an arrangement to her sick room to bring a little of the outdoors inside. And even now, Darcy still brought flowers to brighten her