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here right now. I think I might need a minute or forty to recover.”
    “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he told her, pleased that she wanted to please him, even as wrung out as she was. “Right now all I want you to do is lie there. I’ll take care of us both.”
    * * *
    Macy’s breath caught as she watched Raphael remove his tie and shed his shirt and undershirt, stripping away the civilized man of industry, revealing the hardened body of a warrior. The corded muscles of his arms, the indentation of his abs. It may have been an injury and a couple of years since he’d been in a fight, but you wouldn’t know it by looking at him.
    “Your nipples just got harder,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I think someone really likes what she sees.”
    “Yes,” she tried to say, but the word wouldn’t escape the want thickening in her throat. She swallowed, moistened her lips, tried again. “I’m sure other women have told you how gorgeous you are.”
    “The only woman that matters is you.” He trailed his fingers up her ribcage, up the valley between her breasts. Goosebumps broke out over her skin, her breath coming in short gasps as he stroked over her collarbone, up her neck to her lips.
    She wanted to say something important, profound, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she pressed her face against his hand, physically naked and emotionally bare. Her earlier sense of calm faded, replaced by a growing hunger. Desire and something deeper gripped her in a vise, apressure that threatened to shatter her.
    He leaned over her, giving her a nearly chaste kiss. The sweetness of the kiss was eclipsed by his nimble fingers on her nipples, giving them a pinch on the razor’s edge of pain. She cried out, every sense heightened, her nerve endings stretched tight.
    “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
    “Yes.” Tears spiked her lashes, blurring her vision. “I need you Raphael. Please, I need you so bad.”
    He squeezed his eyes shut, and for a moment she feared that she’d revealed too much in her tone. That need—her need for him, his for her—had put distance between them before, eight long years of distance. Now that he was back, now that they had this, she didn’t want to push him away again.
    She lifted her hips. “I need you inside me,” she said, hoping he’d believe she’d meant that all along.
    He opened his eyes, the stark hunger in his gaze stunning her. The hunger mixed with a strange vulnerability she only recognized because she’d seen it before with him, in him. She reached for him, tangling her fingers with his. “Raphael, please. Don’t make us wait anymore. It’s too much.”
    He pulled several condom packets out of his pocket before shedding the rest of his clothing. He turned back to her and she got her first good look at this older, more intense Raphael, got a good look at just how much he wanted her.
    “Uhm … are you bigger there too?”
    He chuckled, the sound strained as he joined her on the bed. “We’ll fit together, sweetheart, as well as we always have. I’ll make sure of it.”
    Her earlier orgasm had primed her completely. She didn’t think she could be more ready but Raphael proved her wrong as he joined her on the bed. He began to with slow, drugging kisses, starting at her forehead and leaving no patch of skin unclaimed by his mouth. Behind her ears, her chin, the hollow of her throat, the bend of her elbow, the webbing between her fingers—with each kiss he exorcised the spirits of lovers past until only he remained, filling up all her empty spaces and binding her to him forever.
    By the time he rolled a condom on, her entire body hummed with the need to have him inside her. Her hips rose involuntarily, her movements limited but inexorable. She wanted him inside her.
    Now.
    He fit the tip of his erection to her entrance. “Wrap your legs around me, Mace,” he ordered, then pushed into her.
    She stopped breathing as he filled her in one long, slow, toe-curling glide. He