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a gong she’d banged with one hell of an over-the-shoulder shot.
    Except Bella stayed where she was. And he stayed where he was.
    As silence stretched, he thought about how close to the edge of no return they were. If they didn’t take steps to reconnect . . .
    He reached through the sheets, took her hand, and brought it forward to his body.
    â€œI want you,” he said as he placed it on his erection. At the contact, he let out a groan and rolled his hips, pushing himself into her palm. “Oh . . . man . . . I’ve missed you.”
    The fact that Bella seemed surprised shamed him and made him think about her in the bathroom with that towel. When she’d stopped and looked at herself in the mirror, she’d been inspecting her body, he realized now—looking for flaws that weren’t there. And she’d covered herself when she’d seen him not because she didn’t want to attract his attention, but because she was sure she didn’t have it anymore.
    He moved her hand up and down on his shaft. “I’m desperate to touch you again. All over.”
    She came closer to him, moving through the sheets. “You are?”
    â€œHow could I not be? You’re the most perfect female I’ve ever seen.”
    â€œEven after—”
    He shot forward and pressed his lips to hers. “Especially after.” He pulled back so she could read his eyes. “You are just as beautiful as the first time I saw you in the gym all those nights and days ago. You stopped my heart then—just froze it in my chest. And you stop it now.”
    She blinked quickly, and he kissed her tears away. “Bella . . . if I had known, I would have said something . . . done something. I just assumed you knew that nothing had changed for me.”
    â€œSince Nalla’s come around, everything is different. The rhythm of my nights and days. My body. You and me. So I just assumed—”
    â€œFeel me,” he groaned, arching into her. “Feel me and know—Oh, God.”
    She felt him, all right. Wrapped both her hands around him and stroked him up and down, riding his hard length.
    â€œIs this good for you?” she whispered.
    All he could do was nod and moan. With her gripping him like that, surrounding him with her palms, working him, his brain had pretty much shorted out. “Bella . . .” He reached for her with his bandaged hands, then stopped. “Damn gauze—”
    â€œI’ll take it off for you.” She pressed her lips to his. “And then you can put your hands wherever you like—”
    â€œFuck.”
    He came. Right then and there. But instead of feeling let down, Bella just laughed in the deep, throaty way of a female who knows she’s about to get sex from her male.
    He recognized the sound. Loved it. Missed it. Needed to hear—
    From across the room Nalla let out a warm-up wail that quickly escalated into a full-blown, carrier jet—launching, I - need - my - mahmen - NOW cry.
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    Bella felt Z’s erection deflate and was well aware it wasn’t because he’d just had a release. He was capable of going four or five orgasms at a clip—and that was on an average night, not after a dry spell of months and months.
    â€œI’m so sorry,” she said, looking over her shoulder at the crib, feeling torn as to which one she tended to.
    Zsadist took her face in his bandaged palms and turned her to him. “Go take care of the young. I’ll be fine.”
    There was absolutely no censure in his eyes or his tone. But then, there never had been. He’d never been resentful of Nalla; if anything he’d been too self-sacrificing.
    â€œI’ll just be—”
    â€œTake your time.”
    She got off the bed and went to the crib. Nalla reached her little hands out and calmed some—especially as she was picked up.
    Right. Wet diaper and hungry.
    â€œI won’t be long.”
    â€œNot to