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the entryway. He grabbed her hand and led her upstairs without turning on the lights, moving with a confident stride in the darkness. She thought of what he’d said about how he hadn’t felt he could offer her anything as a young man. Part of her had always vigilantly resisted that explanation. Tonight, as she held Walker’s hand and followed his tall shadow down a hallway, she examined that part of herself that had blamed Walker for leaving Tahoe . . . for leaving her.
    She hadn’t wanted what he said about finding his way to be true because then she’d officially have had to let him go.
    Had she really been so selfish that she would have denied him his dreams . . . his desire to forge his character into something of which he could be proud?
    The full moon reflected off the lake, creating a palette of shifting dark blue shadows and silvery white light in the bedroom where Walker led her. He paused at the foot of a bed and turned to face her. She put her hand on his forearm, halting him when he started to reach for her.
    â€œYou’re not the only one who owes an apology,” she said softly. Emotion swelled in her throat when he said nothing, but drew her into his arms. He pressed his nose to her hair and inhaled deeply. “My father always did say I was a spoiled brat, remember? I think you agreed with him more often than not.”
    â€œYour father adored you,” Walker rumbled.
    â€œYes.” She pressed her lips against his chest, seeking and finding the flat, hard disc of a nipple and kissing it. Walker went very still beneath her caress. “But he was right to say I didn’t particularly like being told ‘no.’ I wanted things my way or no way.”
    He spread his hand along her back and stroked her. She spoke next to his chest, hiding her humiliation over what she was about to say.
    â€œIf I couldn’t have you on my terms then—”
    â€œYou didn’t want me at all,” Walker finished gruffly.
    She inhaled and stepped away from him, searching out his face in the dim light.
    â€œIf you abandoned me, then I abandoned you just as much,” she whispered.
    He put his hand on her jaw. “I never forgot you, Madeline.”
    â€œI wished I could forget you. When I saw you again, I realized why I couldn’t.”
    Her fingers moved fleetly around his waist and slipped beneath the edge of his jeans. She began to unbutton his fly. She felt powerfully aware of him, his hardness, his maleness, his scent . . . his heat. The moment felt full, tense and delicious somehow. He said nothing when she grabbed the waistband of his jeans and fell to her knees before him. She removed his shoes and socks, then helped him out of his jeans. When he was finally bare from the waist down, she leaned forward and placed a kiss on the satiny-smooth head of his cock. She turned and brushed her cheek against the head, absorbing his texture and heat. His hand closed in her hair, forming a gentle fist.
    â€œTurn toward the windows,” he rasped. “I want to see your face.”
    They both moved in profile to the moonlight. She held the stalk of his cock in her hand, thrilling to the sensation of hard, teeming flesh. She opened her lips and drew the head of his cock into her mouth, giving him a firm, sucking kiss.
    â€œI’m sorry, Walker,” she breathed against his cock.
    He brushed her hair away from her face before he cradled it.
    â€œThen welcome me home,” he whispered.
    She closed her eyes and guided his cock into her mouth.
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    Walker watched his cock sliding between her lips, held spellbound by her lovely face, excited by the way he stretched her lush lips. He’d fantasized about Madeline’s mouth for a decade or more. He’d never known a woman as naturally gifted at giving head.
    She polished him with a firm, wet tongue while she worked her way down his shaft. Madeline may be petite and delicate, but