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everywhere.”
    She couldn’t breathe as he pressed kisses to her inner thighs. And when he put his mouth on her sex, she nearly died from the pleasure. She arched her hips upward, lost in the sensations as he played a masterful game with his tongue that took her right to the very edge of oblivion.
    He gripped her hips and she reached for him, holding on to his hands as his expert mouth brought her so close to orgasm she bit her lip to keep from coming. Because this was pleasure she’d waited seemingly a lifetime for, had fantasized about, and now that it was real, she wanted to hold on, to savor the moment. But oh, he was so good, and she couldn’t stop the rollercoaster of her climax as it plummeted her right over the cliff.
    She cried out as she came, and Brody stayed right there with her, clasping her hands and using his mouth to heighten her pleasure until the pulses died down and she lowered her hips to the bed.
    Brody raised up and scooted her further onto the bed as he climbed up her body, his mouth coming down on hers in a blistering kiss that stole what few senses she had left.
    He let go of her only long enough to grab a condom and put it on, and then he rolled her underneath him and slid inside her. She gasped as he filled her.
    He stilled, and she held on to his arms, watching him, feeling him expanding inside her.
    “Fucking perfect,” he whispered as he brushed his lips against hers.
    Emotion swelled and she pushed it aside. This wasn’t emotional. It was sex and nothing more. And as he moved against her, nearly shattering her again, she shielded her heart and closed her eyes, focusing only on the incredible sensations every stroke he made evoked.
    “Tori.”
    Her heart clenched at the soft timbre of Brody’s voice, like a caress, licking at the core of her soul.
    “Tori, look at me.”
    She opened her eyes and he moved inside her.
    “Stay with me.”
    He surged within her and grabbed one of her hands, lifting it above her head. He ground against her, slow and easy, the movement so intimate as he locked gazes with her. She felt each stroke all the way to her toes. What this man did to her tore her apart. Somehow she knew it was going to be like this—consuming every part of her and beyond just the physical. And as he brushed his lips across hers, the searing tenderness of it was her undoing. A cry tore from her and she shattered, tightening around him as she came.
    With a low growl, he thrust into her in rapid succession, clenching her hip as he buried himself deep and shuddered with his own climax. She wrapped her legs around him and held him, lost in the sensations—lost in Brody.
    She’d long ago lost her heart to him. Making love with him had only cemented the love she had felt for him all these years. And as he rolled her over to her side and wrapped her tightly against him, she wondered how she was going to survive this with her heart intact.
    Brody had expected great sex. Tori was fiery and passionate in everything she did, and he knew that would extend to the bedroom. What he hadn’t expected was the lightning bolt of emotion that had hit him when she’d turned those emerald-green eyes on him, the connection he’d feel to her when he was inside her.
    He liked sex—a lot. It released endorphins and hey, it was fun. What wasn’t to like about it for both parties? But he’d never connected emotionally to it, because he’d never been attached to anyone before.
    Until now.
    And as he held Tori and stroked the softness of her skin, he wondered what the hell he was going to do about everything he was feeling right now, because this was new territory. Normally he’d cut and run, because he liked to keep things light and easy and non-complicated.
    But this was Tori, whose middle name was complicated.
    Which left things between them—where, exactly?
    He tipped her chin and brushed his lips across hers. She smiled up at him, her eyes half lidded and sleepy. She snuggled up against his chest