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she stood before him a cynical woman, one who would rather be alone than set herself up for another failed relationship.

“Couldn’t we try? Start anew?” he asked.

Chapter Thirteen

Drew pushed to his feet and closed the distance between them. The second the back of his hand smoothed across Zoë’s cheek, her eyelids drifted downward. She was velvety soft. He caressed her gently, fighting back the desire to jerk her into his arms and devour her. “The connection is still there, baby,” he whispered, pressing his lips to each of her eyelids, tasting the salty tears she held back. She tried so hard to be tough, but he knew the woman he fell in love with was still there. “You can’t deny it.” He nibbled on her earlobe and she melted in his arms, her body sagging forward to get closer to him. With his fingertips, he traced her jawline, stroking a path down her slender neck, along the lacy ridge of her teddy to the hollow between her breasts.

Her mouth parted upon a gasp. “Drew. Please…” Her desperate plea drifted away as her head lolled back. He couldn’t take his eyes off the sweet swells of her breasts rising and falling before him. He had to taste her—had to know that she still wanted him.

His cock was rock-hard, begging to be set free from its confinement in his jeans. He leaned forward, capturing a silk-covered nipple. Zoë whimpered a soft and needy sound. He tongued the rigid peak, scraping his teeth across the sensitive flesh. “You’re trembling,” he moaned before latching on again and sucking the tip deeper into his mouth. When she cupped his head, held him to her, he smiled.

Slowly, he slid the straps of her nightie down her shoulders. The material slipped farther, baring the breast he had left unattended. He cupped its weight in his hand, caressing the engorged nub with his thumb. Excitement surged inside him when she guided his head to her bare nipple, crying out as he took it into his wet mouth.

“Clothes,” she breathed. Her half-shuttered eyes were dark with desire. “Take them off. I need to feel you.”

Drew ignored her request, knowing that anticipation would build—her need grow—if he didn’t give in to her demand. Instead, he released his hold, hooked his thumbs into the teddy and the elastic of her panties and dragged them slowly down her legs. He didn’t have to wait for her to step out of them—she did so with haste. The sweet scent of woman rose to meet him. “Are you wet for me?” he asked, taking a deep breath. His mouth watered to taste her. He couldn’t wait to have her writhing beneath his assault as she climaxed. Blood rushed to his groin. His testicles hardened, pulsing as if they had a heartbeat of their own.

“Yes. God. Yes. Your T-shirt,” Zoë groaned, her fingers moving to the hem. He caught her palms in his, gathering them together and drawing them above her head so he could cuff her wrists in one of his large hands. “No. I need—” She pressed her body against his, rubbing up and down. “Need you now.”

He wedged a knee between her legs and let the rough cotton of his jeans slide over her moist pussy. She rode him wantonly, capturing him in her heated gaze, never looking away from his. His arousal soared. His heartbeat raced. Damn. The woman she had become was friggin’ hot. Yet he had to remember that she had recently been in an accident. He couldn’t take her fast and hard like his body was screaming for.

Drew placed his mouth next to her ear and murmured, “Come for me, baby.”

From deep within, a cry of ecstasy tore from her. “Drew!” She thrashed against his leg, trying to jerk her wrists free. He loved the way she screamed his name, loved how uninhibited she was, riding him to enhance every sensation. He watched her intense expression, knew the moment that she exploded—rode the crest—and then began to decline, because her face softened with a sated sigh of relief. There was no pretending, only bare honesty in her need. What she wanted, she took without shame.

As her climax ebbed, he released her wrists and she relaxed against him, circling her arms around his waist. Her heartbeat raced, thudding against his chest. Her breathing was still labored. She nuzzled her face into his neck, placing tender kisses against his skin to send goose bumps across his arms.

The ache in his