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couldn’t conquer, nothing they couldn’t get through.
Together.
    She would clear the air after their guests
leave. They’d start anew, build on top of what they already have
and cement a stronger relationship.
    She exulted too soon.
    Derek glanced toward Adam.
    “I admit, I removed my clothes with the
intention of seducing her, but she turned me down. Slapped me even.
So hard you should still be able to see it. Here.” Adam turned his
slightly reddened cheek toward his cousin. “Threatened to tell you
about me if I don’t stop. You’ve got a keeper here, cuz.”
    She would’ve been gratified at Adam’s
corroboration or even taken note of his admiring glance at her if
she weren’t so incensed. It had taken her as soon as Adam spoke for
the realization that Derek had looked at his cousin for
confirmation to clout her over the head.
    So much for trust.
    “You believed him and not me?” she demanded,
shoving Derek with a hard push at his shoulder. “He’s the villain
here, Derek, the one who’s naked, the one who tried to seduce me
without encouragement on my part and you look to him for confirmation of my
word !” She was shouting by now. “Maybe you should’ve married
him instead. Maybe you should—”
    Derek’s mouth came down on hers, hard and
possessive. She struggled at first, tried to hold on to her anger,
but she was no match for the desire that coursed through her, the
desire that always came to the fore at one touch from him.
Somewhere in all that lust, love pulsed, and it was this that
caused her to soften, her body melting to accommodate him. He
sensed this and pushed his advantage.
    She responded, her mouth opening, and his
tongue slipped in, stroking and inciting her to fever pitch. His
hands caressed her back, roamed down to cup her buttocks and lifted
her to him so that his hard erection was pressed against her pussy.
He ground into her, making her moan in anticipation.
    God, she missed this, missed him so much.
Even after only one night apart. She craved him, like he was a part
of her soul. All her fears and her insecurities rose up and
coalesced in this moment, to be banished under the onslaught of his
mouth and tongue and hands. She forgot their audience, forgot
everything but the bliss of being in his arms again. Mindless with
want and need, she recognized only that everything she required at
that moment was right there before her.
    Soon, it wasn’t enough. Through their
clothes, his cock chafed at her pussy, but she fretted at the muted
contact. She wanted more. She wanted the sharp contrast of his skin
against hers, his hardness against her softness. She wanted to feel
him within her, his thick steely length plowing deep into her in a
rhythm that never grew old. She wanted to be skin to skin with him,
to feel him burning against her and let him fire her to a brighter
flame.
    She didn’t even have to voice out her wants.
He knew. Or maybe, he felt the same way.
    Without breaking their kiss, he lowered her
feet to the floor, then his fingers tripped down the buttons of her
blouse and ripped the last two. She thrilled at his virile
strength, at the evidence of his impatience. She shrugged out of
the material, and then he was removing her bra. Cool air drifted
across her skin while he divested his shirt. Before she had time to
shiver, she was pressed against him. Oh. Hmmm. The slide of skin on
skin. His heat seared her, pebbling her nipples so that the hard,
pointy ends pushed into his flesh, begging for his touch.
    Her hunger deepened.
    He undid the zipper on her skirt, stepped
away a little so that the fabric floated to the ground. He drew
aside her thong and slid two fingers into her. She whimpered and
clenched around him. “Yes, oh God, yes…”
    He lifted his head a fraction, eyes burning.
“This or my cock?”
    “Cock,” she gasped out. His fingers were
good, but they wouldn’t be able to fill her the way his cock would,
nor satisfy her the way she needed. A fierce, intense