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and eased her onto her bed before she even registered that he was carrying her through the apartment.
    She moaned a protest when he leaned back, but he was only gone long enough to push his pants down and help her remove hers. She wanted him in her, needed him deep inside her, moving with her. Instead he dropped to his knees and pressed his face between her legs.
    “Oh, God.” She gasped as his fingers slid deep inside of her while his mouth moved over her. Her hands gripped his hair again, holding him as she tensed beneath him. When she finally was able to breathe, she pulled him up and tasted her release on his mouth.
    “Shit. Do you have any rubbers?”
    Instead of answering, she thrust her tongue in his mouth as she fumbled with the box in her nightstand. She tore a small packet open and unrolled a condom over his erection. He groaned when she took the opportunity to squeeze his shaft.
    John gently but firmly pulled her hands away and pressed them into the mattress. He looked into her eyes and Meg’s chest suddenly felt so full she thought it may burst.
    “I love you.” He leaned down and kissed her with less passion and a lot more intent. “I love you more than anything.”
    “I love you,” she finally confessed.
    Putting her hand to his hip, she encouraged him and held his stare as he slid into her.
    It was in that moment that she finally let go of the past. He was here, looking at her like she was his world, touching her like he couldn’t get enough, and loving her like he’d never stopped. And she finally believed that he hadn’t.

    “This is ridiculous,” John said.
    Meg stood, arms crossed and brow arched, staring at him from the master bath. She looked like she was going for firm, but with her hair a tangled mess, standing in nothing but a navy blue panty and bra set, she was flat out sexy as hell. Even with a foamy toothbrush stuck in her mouth. He felt his desire renew.
    “Why?” She turned to spit and rinse.
    “Because I own a house. A house we both love.”
    “So?”
    “So you spend almost as much time here as I do at your apartment.”
    “So?”
    “Megan!”
    She stepped out of the bathroom, yanking a brush through her hair. “I’m not moving in with you. We’ve been back together for like five minutes.”
    “Over a month,” he corrected.
    “Do you really think a month is long enough to move in together?”
    “It’s not like we haven’t lived with each other before. Don’t,” he warned before she could say something snarky. He frowned when she disappeared into the bathroom again.
    She emerged a few moments later with her hair pulled back in a neat ponytail. “What if this doesn’t work? I’ll be giving up an apartment that I love and all my things.”
    “Bring your things. And it’s going to work out.”
    She frowned as she walked to the closet where she’d gradually been adding more and more of her clothes. “You don’t know that.”
    Slipping from the bed, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his chest to her back. “I do know it.” He kissed her shoulder several times before putting his mouth to her ear. “There is no other place in the world, besides right here with you.”
    She dropped her head on his shoulder and sighed. “John.”
    “Move in with me. Please.” He smiled when he sensed her resolve cracking. Hugging her to him, he rocked her gently. “Pretty please. I hate waking up without you.”
    “Hmm.”
    “I’ll wake you up every morning like I did today.” He grinned as he thought about the sex they’d had less than an hour ago.
    “I just want to do things right this time.”
    He leaned back enough to turn her in his arms. “This is right. You being here is right.”
    “All right. I’ll think about it.” She laughed when he lifted her off her feet and spun her until he could lay her on the bed. “I have to go meet a client,” she said when he started nipping at her neck.
    He planted a kiss on her lips and then jumped up and