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of their shared past. This was a seriously bad idea.
    But she was lying on top of him. Both of them were completely naked, with Max’s arms wrapped tightly round her. And, oh, it felt good. Like coming home.
    Being in his arms, kissing him, seeing his slate-blue eyes darken almost to black with desire…She’d missed this. Badly. Missed the way Max made her feel as if she were the centre of his universe. Missed the way he made her feel that he were the centre of hers. There was nothing else outside this room, outside this bed. Nothing but the two of them.
    The miserable day she’d spent at work, the sense of failure and despair, had all vanished: there was only Max. Max, who was kissing her as if he couldn’t get enough of her—just as she couldn’t get enough of him.
    She shifted slightly, eased a hand between them so she could position the tip of his penis just where she wanted it and gently lowered herself onto him.
    Lord, it felt good, the way he filled her, stretched her. The perfect fit. He always had been. Experimentally, she tightened her internal muscles around him.
    He sucked in a breath.
    And then he began to move. Slowly, at first, then faster,harder, pushing deep inside her. She matched him thrust for thrust, drive for drive, needing this as much as he did. Needing to feel her body sing at his touch. Needing to reaffirm the fact that she was alive, and life was good.
    As her climax slammed into her, rippling through her body, Max sat up straight; he wrapped his arms round her and kissed her hard, and she felt the answering pulse of his body.
    She had no idea how long they stayed there, locked together, just holding each other, but at last he gently eased out of her. He moved slightly so he could grab the duvet, then pulled it over them both and drew her back into his arms, keeping her close.
    Neither of them had said a word since they’d started kissing in his hallway. And Marina was unwilling to break the silence, to shatter this strange peace between them. She simply wrapped her arm round his waist and rested her head against his shoulder.
    ‘Marina,’ he said at last. ‘I really didn’t intend this to happen.’
    Was he saying it was a mistake? That he regretted it?
    She couldn’t bring herself to ask. Couldn’t face him rejecting her again.
    ‘I was going to make you something to eat. That was all. Taking you to bed wasn’t something I planned.’
    ‘Uh-huh,’ she said, carefully keeping her tone noncommittal.
    He played with the ends of her hair, just as he had a hundred times before. ‘I’m sorry.’
    ‘It’s not your fault. I could have said no.’ Except she hadn’t wanted to. If anything, she’d been the one to incite it. She’d been the one to start the kiss. And she was still here, still naked, still in his bed, still lying in his arms.
    ‘Neither of us was thinking straight.’
    She swallowed hard. He could say that again.
    He sighed. ‘Marina, we need to talk.’
    ‘Not now.’ Not when she hadn’t got things straight in her head.
    ‘Yes, now,’ he insisted. ‘There’s one elephant in the room we really can’t avoid. We both got carried away just now—and neither of us was in a fit state to think about contraception.’
    He thought they might have made a baby, an unplanned child, like they had before? She flinched at the memory. ‘There’s no need to worry. I’m on the Pill.’
    He went very still. ‘Are you…seeing someone?’
    ‘It’s a bit late to ask now,’ she said wryly. ‘But I’m not the cheating type; you should know that, Max.’
    ‘I know. Of course you’re not.’ He grimaced. ‘Sorry. I’m not thinking straight.’
    Neither was she. ‘No, I’m not seeing anyone. As I’m sure Rosie told you.’
    ‘She did,’ he admitted. ‘So why are you on the Pill? To sort out your periods?’
    ‘Yes. After the…’ Her throat closed. Why was it so hard to say that word to him? Miscarriage . Ah, hell. He’d know what she meant. One of the biggest