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    “We’re good, Nell. I promise.”
    Words froze in her throat as he continued out of the bedroom. He hadn’t elaborated, but he’d admitted she was right. She had to conclude that he wanted distance between them. After all, just because he was kinky and dominant didn’t mean he wasn’t all man.
    She sighed, not brave enough yet to march into the next room and confront him. Instead, she opened her suitcase and wondered what the hell she should wear. Finally, she pulled out a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. It was the weekend after all.
    But first, a shower.
    As the hot water ran over her skin, she let herself think about what had already happened. In the past, she had been inhibited in bed, keeping control, never losing herself in the moment. She had longed for a man to sweep away her objections and smash through her walls. Orgasms were occasional and unsatisfying. Mark had given her more in those short minutes than she’d been able to get from any man before him. It wasn’t that he made her come; it was that he gave her the right amount of pain that kept her in the moment. The release she had experienced under his hands was much more intimate than she ever had before.
    It had hurt, and not in a good way, that he would react in such a predictable, male fashion. She had sensed his fear, his need to pull away from her after a spectacular connection. Even lost in arousal, she knew he had felt the same link.
    She dried off and traced the stripes that glowed on her skin. They fascinated her. She smiled as she remembered the first time she’d asked one of her boyfriends to mark her. He’d been shocked and appalled. That disaster hadn’t lasted much longer.
    As she clicked on her hair dryer, she sighed. That summed it up. Disaster after disaster had occurred until Nell had given up on having a love life at all. She lived vicariously through her two friends, who seemed to date incessantly.
    The warm air flowed through her hair, and she flipped the strands over her face to dry the underside. One hand on the dryer, the other crept over her nipples. God, she was horny. Maybe it was the marks, or maybe it was the way his hands had gripped her body, but Nell wanted to fuck.
    As if her fantasy conjured him, Mark was there at the door. “Nell, are you hungry?”
    That was a loaded question. Her earlier doubts seemed irrelevant. Perhaps he didn’t feel the same intimacy between them, something that went beyond sex. But that didn’t mean he didn’t want her. How could she let him know that she wanted the mindless escape he seemed to offer? She turned off the hair dryer and opened the door naked.
    For a moment, they stared at each other as she sought the right words, the right action to spur him to touch her. Apparently, she didn’t need words. He backed her into the bathroom. She sighed when he finally reached out and put his hands on her hips.
    “Nell—” His voice was hoarse, and she touched his mouth with her fingers. He cursed abruptly and spun her around, her back to him and facing the bathroom mirror. His hand swept her hair back, and the vision of Mark’s dark hands mesmerized her as he cupped her tits. He was fully clothed; Nell wanted him naked. She wanted his cock in her pussy. She wanted him to fuck her and fuck her hard.
    It was such a foreign torrent of need that Nell thrust back against him, demanding his response. She twisted around to press her breasts against his chest and bite his lip. He gripped her hips and lifted her onto the counter. Bottles scattered and tumbled to the floor.
    He forced his body between her legs and gripped her wrists. When he pinned her hands to the mirror, she instinctively arched, offering him her breasts, wanting his mouth on her everywhere.
    She wrapped her legs around his waist, rubbing against his hard length with a greed she’d never felt before. His gaze was focused on her tits, and she moaned as her nipples tightened in anticipation.
    “Nell,” he said, and his