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mean sex. She meant sure about them. About their marriage. She meant all the deep things she hadn’t wanted to discuss yet.
    He grunted and closed his eyes. “Fuck yes.”
    He might have meant sex or he might have meant everything. It didn’t matter. Right answer.
    She made quick work of his jeans, unzipping them and shoving them down his hips. His cock sprang out, thick and heavy in her hands. “Someone might see,” he warned.
    “Let them.” She wanted them to see, the whole city watching. She wanted everyone to know that Blake Morris was hers. And most of all, she needed to show herself it was still true.
    He groaned, leaning down for a kiss. It was blunt, that kiss. A little messy. She loved the way he was with her—raw and unchecked. Except he wasn’t really unchecked. Even now, as carnal as he was, he held something back. She’d always assumed it had to do with him. With his time in the army or his perception of himself as a monster.
    But a new thought occurred to her, especially after the events of the day, after the careful and cruel incision into her fears. What if he held back because of her . Because he didn’t know if she could handle him.
    There was a time she would have scoffed at the idea. Of course she could handle anything he did to her body, her mind. She craved it. But now, feeling stripped down and abraded, she wasn’t so sure. And yet that didn’t stop her from wanting him.
    If she was going to break, she wanted him to be the one to break her.
    “Fuck me,” she whispered.
    “What?” He pulled back to meet her eyes. It wasn’t the language she usually used with him, and there was a question in his eyes. Did she really want this? Was she too upset to make decisions for herself?
    It made her angry. And it made her sad. She shoved at his chest with her fists. “I said fuck me.”
    “Erin, baby. I’ll make you feel good.”
    That was him, making her come, making her shudder and scream her way through climax. Let me take care of you. He was such a good man. But for tonight, she wanted him to be bad.
    She shoved him again, her forearms against his body. “Not good, Blake. Hard. Do it hard.”
    His eyes flashed with something dangerous—and seductive. “You don’t want it like this.”
    “Don’t tell me what I want. I want to feel…” She considered all the things she wanted to feel. Pain. Pleasure. The soul-deep uncertainty that she had somehow named love. In the end, it was simpler than that. “I just want to feel. ”
    He took a step back. “I love you.”
    She followed him, placing a hand on his chest, petting him, apologizing if she’d hurt him. “Then fuck me like you mean it. Do whatever you want with me.”
    The decision came faster than she was expecting. And it came in the form of his hand in her hair, pulling back, turning her face up to the sky. She gasped but let her body hang by his touch.
    “You want me to be rough, is that it?” His words were soft against her cheek.
    “Yes,” she managed.
    “You want to see what I’m really like when I don’t hold back.”
    “ Yes. ”
    “Because you still don’t know me.” His words sounded more sad than offended. “You still think there’s going to be something sweet and loving. That I can just give you a spanking on the soft part of your ass, like this is a game , and I’ll be able to stop there.”
    She shivered. “Show me then.”
    His hand tightened in her hair. “It’s not a fucking game.”
    He bent his head and licked at her throat. Then he bit her, teeth scraping along her jaw as she cried out to the moon. Her hands fumbled for his shoulders, his arms, trying to hold on.
    “No,” he said coldly. “You don’t get to hug me and cuddle me, not when you want me to fuck you. Not when you want me to show you the real me.”
    He dragged her by her hair in one hand, and her upper arm in the other, to a tree. Then he pushed her against it, face first. He positioned her arms around the tree as if she were a