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felt like the first. When he gently squeezed her bottom, she pressed down on him and moved suggestively.
    Then she was gone.
    In a sensuous blur, his mind registered that he was no longer holding her in his arms. Looking up through a haze of passion, he saw her sauntering away–barefoot and sexy as hell.
    At the back door, she stopped to look over her shoulder with a smile. Then she dropped the robe. “Are you coming … friend?”
    Point taken.
    Nothing could have stopped him from following her into that house. Not even every promise he’d made to walk away and let her go.
    He caught her at the bottom of the stairs and swept her up into his arms. The sound of her laughter danced in his heart. Lying near the bottom step, Cricket rolled her brown doggie eyes in a “stupid humans” expression. The dog was probably smarter than him, but he didn’t let that deter him from carrying Paige up the stairs and laying her out on the bed like a delectable feast.
    Completely naked, with not a shy bone in her luscious body, Paige smiled up at him. “Does this mean you’ve changed your mind?”
    “You caught me at a weak moment.”
    “Then you’re wearing entirely too many clothes.” She snapped her fingers playfully. “Off with them, please. Let’s see how close of friends we really can be before you change your mind again.”
    Change his mind?
    Yeah, he probably would if his brain ever caught up with what was going on below his belt. But for now, ignorance was bliss and smelled like heaven.
    He reached a hand behind him, grabbed hold of his shirt, and pulled it over his head. Not caring where it landed, he tossed it somewhere on the floor. When he reached for the button on his jeans, her hand reached out to stop him.
    “Let me do that.”
    He lifted his hands. “Take your time.”
    She grinned, grabbed hold of his waistband, and tugged him closer. “Not a chance.”
    In his mind, the slide of a zipper never sounded so good. And the feel of her warm fingers as they curled beneath the fabric of his boxer briefs then tugged them down, never felt better.
    “There’s a condom in the back pocket.” He might have been careless the first time, but he needed to protect her in every way possible. He’d never been with anyone else, and he knew he was as clean as they came. But accidents happened, and he refused to do anything more to mess with her future. He just needed this … one last time. And then he’d let her go.
    “Ah.” She slipped her fingers in the pocket and pulled out the foil packet. “So you did come prepared.”
    “I didn’t intend to use it.”
    “Well, I do.” She ripped open the packet. “And there are more in the nightstand.”
    He raised a brow.
    “A brand-new box I purchased yesterday.” She rolled the latex over his erection. “Just in case.” She curled those long, warm fingers around his cock, and his eyes nearly crossed at how good it felt. For a moment, he was overcome with the sensation, and he pushed into her hand.
    “God, I missed you,” she whispered.
    She looked so sexy sitting there, he could barely contain himself. He unwrapped the band holding her hair up on top of her head and watched as the long, honey-colored locks fell down over her bare shoulders. Her curves were full and delicious. He wanted to taste her, to devour her until she cried out his name, clawed at the bedsheets, and came against his tongue.
    He reached down, curled his hand over hers, and inadvertently increased the pressure on his erection.
    “Paige?”
    She looked up. Apprehension filled her eyes, like she expected him to back off and walk away.
    “I want you so bad I could come right now.” He squeezed his hand over hers again to relieve the pressure. “But tonight, I don’t want to hurry. Tonight, we’ve got all the time in the world. Let’s make the most of it. Okay?”
    “Okay.”
    He leaned down, and while he kissed her, she speared her fingers into his hair. She tasted wild and forbidden as her hot, slick tongue delved deep in his mouth–stroking,