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focused on the feeling of his penis throbbing next to her skin.
    “Because I rode you hard earlier, and I took you like an animal just now. You will be tender.”
    Emma shifted slightly against him, focusing her attention to the sensation between her thighs. He was right. She
was
slightly sore. With her amplified awareness of him, however, her sex also felt tingly with excitement. She swept her hand along the smooth, taut skin that covered his ribs, a spike of excitement going through her when she felt him shiver and his cock lurch.
    “I feel fine,” she whispered. She started slightly when he captured her wrist and pinned it next to her outer thigh.
    “Don’t try me more than you already have,” he said.
    She blinked in the darkness at his hard tone.
    He exhaled heavily, and she sensed his frustration and regret. “I want to talk to you about something else,” he said, his voice calmer and hushed. “Are you on birth control?”
    “Yes,” she whispered. “The pill.”
    “I would like it very much if you saw my personal physician tomorrow before we return to the suburbs. I’ll see him as well.”
    “Why?” she asked numbly.
    “So that we can both have exams in order to determine if we’re safe. Sexually.”
    She didn’t respond, her mind whirring.
    “Would that be all right? We can sign releases so that we can see each other’s results.”
    She leaned away from him, cool air filling in the space between their pressing skin.
    “You really do think that I’m still sick in some way, don’t you?”
    “
No
,” he said emphatically, his hand curling around her shoulder and bringing her back against him. “That’s not it at all. I just want to be inside you.”
    “You mean . . . without a condom?”
    “Yes. If you’re on birth control and we’re both healthy, I don’t see what’s preventing it.”
    She sagged against him. He brushed his fingers through her hair, causing prickles of sensation along her neck and ear.
    “What are you thinking?” he demanded.
    “Well . . . it’s just . . . how do you know I won’t sleep with someone else while you’re away one of these times?” she fumbled.
    His stroking fingers paused. “Do you plan to?”
    “No!”
    “So what you’re really asking is, how do you know that
I’m
not sleeping with someone else when we’re not together, is that right?”
    “Yes. I guess so.”
    He resumed stroking her hair. She could almost hear him thinking in the silence that followed. “Vanni?” she prompted after a moment, her anxiety getting the best of her.
    “I was just thinking of how to respond to reassure you,” he said quietly. “The only thing I can think to do is be honest. It’s up to you whether or not you believe me. I’d understand if you didn’t. Do you recall me telling you at the beach after I returned from France that I was having trouble sleeping and eating because I couldn’t stop thinking about you?”
    “Yes,” she whispered, entranced not only by his words, but also by the deep rumble of his voice vibrating against her skin and ear.
    “I tried to be with another woman.” She stiffened in his arms. “I’m sorry to be so blunt, but I thought, considering the circumstances, maybe it was called for.”
    “What happened?” Emma whispered warily.
    “I started out with the single-minded intention of getting you out of my head,” he said thoughtfully, his fingers curling in her hair, his palm cupping her head, his fingertips rubbing her scalp. Despite her anxiety over the topic, she found her eyelids drooping at his touch. “But it didn’t work. I didn’t want her.”
    “How do you know there won’t be another that
does
make you forget me?” she whispered.
    Her head dipped as he exhaled deeply. “I just know. You have my word. I know I’ve told you I’m selfish, but I’m also honest.” One finger caressed the shell of her ear, making all the tiny hairs there stand on end. “I’ve never asked this of a woman before.