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The second shock
of the day resonated through him and panic nipped at its heels. He imagined how
he appeared, standing in the doorway, holding coffee and staring at Rowyn as
she roamed about the room in the robe the hotel provided. Preparing to run.
Again.
    Hurt and anger grappled for dominance until he couldn’t
distinguish one from the other. They melded into a fiery mass that lodged under
his breastbone.
    After what they’d shared yesterday and last night, she would
still run from him. Still jump from their bed and leave him as if he were that
one-night stand when she had become so much more to him.
    “Going somewhere?” he asked, brow arched as he set the cups
on the long dresser nearest the door. His mild tone didn’t betray the emotion
that blistered his chest.
    “That was Cindy,” she said and crossed her arms in a gesture
that seemed less defiant and more protective. “I have to get out of here.”
    “Your sister is gone.” He dropped his hands to the pants
zipper and, in a deliberate motion, lowered it. The only sound that penetrated
the stillness in the room was the rasp of the metal teeth separating. Rowyn’s
gaze followed the motion and widened in alarm.
    “What are you doing?” she asked sharply.
    Darius didn’t answer, letting his actions speak for
themselves as he lowered the pants down his hips and thighs. He stepped free of
the material and stood before her bare-ass naked. Her stare jerked from his
hardening dick back to his face. Her expression of dismay and arousal would
have been amusing if he wasn’t so damn pissed.
    On silent feet, he stalked across the small space between
them. He assumed her surprise allowed him to tug the terrycloth belt free, but
her paralysis lasted only a moment. Rowyn clutched the lapels to her throat
with both hands.
    “Darius,” she protested as he gripped the material under her
fists and pried the robe loose. “We can’t…” The words died on her lips as the
cloth slipped down her arms and pooled on the floor behind her.
    “Yes?” He stepped forward. And groaned. Her breasts with
their hard dark nipples pressed to his chest chased away his hurt and anger. A
gnawing hunger remained. A hunger he’d believed had been satisfied countless
times the night before. He was beginning to think it could never be sated. He’d
be granted a respite maybe, but never fully gratified.
    He ground his cock against the softness of her stomach. On a
low growl, he cupped her ass and held her still as he circled his hips,
stroking his dick against her, needing the sweet pleasure of skin-to-skin
contact. With a soft, ravenous moan, Rowyn surrendered. She lifted her arms and
wound them around his neck. Their mouths met halfway. Tongues dueled, entwined
and licked. He changed the angle of his head and dove deeper, demanding all she
had to give him. Her taste. Her moans. Her submission…her heart.
    In moments, Darius lowered Rowyn to the bed. She spread her
thighs wide and he settled into the natural vee and welcoming heat of her
pussy. The swollen lips gloved his cock and he couldn’t resist sliding his
shaft through the wet slit. He grunted with pleasure. She whimpered as his cock
head bumped over her engorged clit. The pretty pink button he’d sucked and
teased countless times hours before peeked from between the folds as if begging
for attention. Shifting up, he ground the base of his cock against it and
satisfaction surged through him at Rowyn’s hoarse cry. With a low curse, he
rolled off her and reached for one of the condoms he’d tossed on the bedside
dresser at some point during the night. In seconds, he tore the small foil
packet open, rolled the lubricated latex over his erection and returned to the
woman on the bed who represented ecstasy and paradise. The breath hissed from
between his lips as he reclaimed his position between her thighs.
    “Listen to me,” he demanded and cupped her face, holding her
head captive between his palms. Her lashes fluttered then