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by his closeness, resisting the urge to squeeze him inside her. But he lay silently and after a while she dozed off.

* * *

River awoke to a heady heat, feeling his big cock moving inside her. Just slow, short strokes at first. She murmured and her arms slid around him. He nuzzled her neck and his hard flesh glided deeper. His strokes became longer. She moaned softly as her most sensitive flesh quivered at the steady invasion.

He rolled her onto her back and glided deeper still. She opened her legs wider, wrapping them around his waist, welcoming him inside. He groaned and thrust harder. The pace picked up speed, as did her breathing.

“Oh, it feels so good,” she murmured against his ear.

He moaned and thrust, hard and fast now. She gasped as he drilled deep into her.

“Yes. Please.” She pulled him tighter to her body. “More.”

He nipped her ear and she gasped again. “Come for me. I need to hear you come.”

His cock filled her again and again.

“Yes, I…” She hung on to him tightly as her body quivered with building anticipation. The pleasure swelled and … “Oh, Kane.” She gasped as she felt the pleasure consuming her. Then she catapulted over the edge. “I’m coming. Yesss.” She wailed her release, clinging to his shoulders as she shot into freefall.

She was barely aware of his body pounding against hers, and then he groaned, his hips grinding against her. Still moaning, she continued riding the wave of ecstasy, his cock continuing to fill her with pleasure.

Finally, his movements slowed and she sucked in air as she settled back to earth. He held her tightly, and rolled her back with him. She faded into sleep again in the warmth of his arms.

* * *

River felt a soft brush of lips against her cheek and murmured softly, barely awake. A moment later, she heard the soft bump of the bedroom door closing, and she realized that Kane’s strong arms were no longer around her, and the comfort of his warm solid body pressed to hers was gone.

Last night, they’d been so close and passionate. Intimate in a more emotional way somehow.

Vaguely the numbers on the clock—7:20—flashed in her brain before she dozed off again. Then her eyelids fluttered open and she glanced at the clock. It was 8:10. Kane would be leaving for the office soon. If he hadn’t already.

She wanted to see him before he left. It became an overwhelming need and she pushed aside the covers and grabbed her silk robe, then raced from the room. She hurried down the hall and didn’t see him in the living room or dining room. His briefcase wasn’t visible.

She hurried into the kitchen, and stopped when she saw him sitting at the table by the window, reading his tablet, his finger flicking across the screen. The memory of those fingers lingering over her body last night sent tremors through her.

She walked toward him and he glanced her way.

“Good morning,” he said. “I tried not to wake you.”

She didn’t answer, but reached for his tablet and took it from his hands and set it on the table. Then she slid in front of him, sitting on his lap, facing him. Her robe, which she’d barely taken time to tie, loosened and when he slid his arms around her, one glided under the robe around her waist. The feel of his fingers on her naked skin caused her nerve endings to spark in excitement. She captured his lips in a soft, gentle kiss, and then deepened it. His hand glided down her spine and flattened on her lower back and he drew her closer. Her insides melted with need. She wanted him inside her so badly.

“Kane, please forgive me for what happened.” She stared into his indigo eyes, seeking some sign of forgiveness. She stroked his cheek, freshly shaved and smooth. “I don’t ever want to hurt you, and I would never want to do anything to endanger our marriage.”

Chapter Seventeen

When Kane’s eyes glowed with warmth and he smiled, River desperately bit back the rest of what she wanted to blurt out.

That she loved him. Heart and soul.

That she never wanted to lose him.

But she couldn’t tell him that. Not without ruining everything, since that wasn’t what he wanted from this marriage.

“It’s all right, baby. We’re fine.”

He kissed her, and the gentle movement of his lips on hers … the feel of his hand gliding along her spine … tightened the yearning inside her. The slippery