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healthy ego. But the thought of appearing weak to a woman he wanted to win over didn’t sit well with him.
    Her eyes still closed, he licked at the tears dampening her flushed cheeks before he dropped kisses across her eyelids, an apology of sorts.
    “Drew—”
    “Hush.” His voice shook. “Let me make love to you.”
    “Yes.” She whispered next to his ear.
    On unsteady legs, he made his way to the bed. The wall would have to wait. He’d do her nice and slow rather than fast and furious—the way she liked her sex. Fast and furious reminded him too much of that night. That night had been a desperate mix of tongue, teeth, hands, and a fast come.
    Afterward, she had flipped onto her side with her back to him. Her silence had killed him. Normally, she had wanted to “cuddle” after sex.
    When he had attempted to get her to look at him by promising her multiple orgasms, she’d blurted out that they were through. The pressure from him to go public with their relationship was too much for her to handle. What pressure? He’d only asked the one time.
    Hurt, he had lambasted her with what he’d thought had been the truth. That she didn’t take enough risks in her life, had played it safe for too long. And safe wasn’t exciting enough for him anymore.
    Shoving that lousy memory aside, he hoisted them up onto the bed. As he moved them toward the middle, she clung tight to his neck and waist, bringing him deeper inside her. His erection throbbed. She clenched her inner muscles. He groaned. More of her tightness, and he wouldn’t last much longer.
    He lowered her onto the covers. “Babe, you’ve got to loosen your hold on me.”
    She let go, and he pulled out of her.
    “The cast. . . ”
    “Is nothing.” He ran the tip of his finger across the dark arch of her brow and cupped the side of her face. Her eyes partially closed, and her lips parted. He clamped his mouth over hers. She tasted of a sweetness he hadn’t been able to get out of his mind.
    Their tongues touched, and he sucked on hers. She moaned and shoved her fingers into his hair. The reverberations of her moan inside his mouth and the tug of her fingers had him dribbling from the tip of his erection.
    He broke off the kiss. “I’m not going to use my fingers.” He trailed his mouth over her neck and lower until his face was smashed between her breasts. Her tits were much bigger and the areolas darker than the last time they’d had sex.
    He sucked on her nipple, and she nearly came off the bed as she arched her back and dug her nails into his shoulders. As he grazed his teeth on the sensitive, tight ball, he pinched and rolled her other nipple between his fingers. Relaxing into the bed, she shook her head from side to side. Her legs gripped his waist, and she ground her hips against him, a sign she was close to coming.
    He let go of her nipples, and she loosened her legs from around him. He went low, leaving kisses over her slight bump. When he was near her scent and her wetness, she let her thighs fall to the sides. He tongued then suckled her swollen nub.
    She groaned, a quiet sound full of satisfaction, before she came in his mouth followed by a fierce shaking of her body. Inhaling her musky scent, he buried his head in her softness and lapped up her come.
    After he got his fill of her flavor, he moved up until their eyes met. Lifting her hips, Drew pushed into her. She drew in a breath. He released his. God, he’d dreamt of this moment, had actually woken up with his hand wrapped around his morning erection.
    Her gaze unwavering from his, she raised her legs and set them on his shoulders. Emma wanted him to go deep. He’d willingly oblige her. He leaned into her, and grabbing her hips, he fucked her. One, two, three deep thrusts. The bed moved, and her tits bounced. The pressure built from his toes to his head. Unable to hold back any longer, he roared his climax. He kept coming and coming, his body shaking from the force of being without her for