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groin firmed. He needed to part her thighs and bury himself inside her. “Let me make love to you?” he asked. He had taken too much from her already. If this was going to work, she had to be willing, had to want him as much as he needed her.

Zoë didn’t speak, only nodded her acceptance.

He stepped away from her, reaching for the hem of his T-shirt and jerking it over his head. Her gaze swept across his chest. She licked her lips, looking like a sexy, sleek cat savoring the meal before her. His cock hardened, lengthening as she dipped her fingers into his waistband and dragged him to her. With a deftness he hadn’t known she possessed, she unbuttoned his jeans and had the zipper released in no time. His swollen erection pushed into her hands.

“No shorts?” She grinned, wrapping her slender fingers around his shaft. She pumped the hand closest to his crown, while the other one made little twisting movements, her fingers firming and then releasing. The sensation nearly blew the head off his control. Conflicting emotions assailed him. He hated that she was so skilled, but pleaded inwardly she wouldn’t stop.

“Damn. Zoë,” he groaned, rocking his hips. “Baby, stop or that’ll be all there is of this night.”

The giggle she released sounded like the same mischievous ones he had heard a million times before he left three years ago. Instead of stopping, she bent forward, eased his jeans down his hips, before she flicked her wet tongue over the small slit oozing precome.

Drew nearly jumped out of her grasp. Every muscle in his body tightened. That familiar drawing sensation just before climaxing shot down his cock. His toes curled as he grabbed her hands, stilling them. It took a moment for him to calm the fire raging inside him. “You little minx,” he hissed when he was able to breathe again.

Laughter brightened her tired eyes, reminding him once again what she had gone through today. She tried to stroke him, but he wouldn’t allow it. When that failed, she leaned forward and laved his nipple, making him jump once again. He couldn’t believe how sensitive his body was to her ministrations. Even the hair on his arms stood at attention as she nibbled, and then pulled the nub into her mouth.

“Fuck, woman. You’re going to be the death of me,” he grumbled beneath a grin as he watched her tease him, sucking, licking and biting. He bent his knees, dipping as he thrust, driving his cock between her thighs. In slow, long strokes, he caressed his erection across her hot folds.

“Mmmm…” she hummed. “That feels good.”

Two can play this game. He brushed his chest against her hardened nipples. Grasping the cheeks of her ass, he spread and kneaded them, until she began to push against his hips.

“Take me to bed, Drew,” she whispered.

He didn’t wait for a second invitation. With a swoop of his arm beneath the bend of her knees, he lifted her into his arms. Eyelids shuttered, her arms folded around his neck. She exhaled softly, nestling her head against his shoulder.

With a flick of his finger, he turned off the lights. Carefully he made his way toward the bedroom. Moonlight beamed through the curtains, draping her in shadows as he laid her down, slipped out of his jeans, and then climbed in beside her.

“I know you won’t believe this, Zoë, but I love you,” he said before covering her body with his.

Zoë couldn’t believe her ears. Had Drew just confessed his love? Her mind was a mass of confusion. Elation. Anxiety. Fear. She wanted to believe him but something inside her warred against dropping her barriers, letting him back into her life. He was the only person who could destroy her.

“You’re thinking too hard.” He smoothed the wrinkles from her forehead. “I know you have no reason to believe me.” With a featherlight touch, he kissed her. “Let me show you.”

Without another word, he moved down her length, parting her legs to sit between them. Starting at her knees he made long, sweeping strokes with his fingertips to the crease where her thighs and hips met. He laced his fingers through her pubic hairs, but he never touched the part of her aching to be caressed. It was sweet torture. An engine roared, its headlights shining momentarily into the trailer so that she could see the intensity on Drew’s face, and then just as quickly darkness closed over him once more. When