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arm before landing on his chest. Her lips pressed against his harder. Then she moved away, an infinitesimal distance.
    “Touch me,” she whispered, her hand fisting in the cotton of his shirt.
    He didn’t need to be told twice. His hands roamed along her sides, drifted beneath her T-shirt.
    She shivered when he caressed the bare skin of her waist. He stoked her arousal, kissing her harder as he explored every bit of bare flesh he could reach beneath her shirt. He forced air into his lungs, fought to keep his hands steady as he touched her.
    The slight tremor in his hands seemed to distract her. She was the first to pull back. “Robbie, are you sure—?”
    “After,” he repeated. He gripped her hip, dragging her closer. There was no way she could misconstrue how far he’d go if she was willing. His cock was hard, ready.
    She bit her lip and he could sense she was struggling to make a decision. He wouldn’t force her into anything she wasn’t ready for. Hell, he’d be perfectly content to spend the next dozen years or so simply kissing her. Making up for so many wasted years. “Zoey—”
    She shook her head and closed her eyes, but not before he read the hungry need there. Then she lifted one leg and wrapped it around his thigh. She thrust closer. It was an outright invitation. “After,” she whispered, her voice steadier than he expected.
    Rob fought back the wave of lightheadedness her words provoked. She was in, ready for the next step. He held her in place as he nipped her lower lip. “I want you so much.”
    She kissed him, initiated it. Her actions told him that in this, she was with him. They moved as close as the couch would allow, but it wasn’t enough for Rob. He sat up, pulling her to a seated position as well. Reaching for the hem of her T-shirt, he pulled the soft cotton over her head.
    They’d spent a lifetime together and modesty had disappeared somewhere along the line. He’d seen her in her bra loads of times as she walked to and from the bathroom to her bedroom or whenever she dashed downstairs to retrieve a clean shirt from the dryer in their small basement. Regardless of those previous glimpses, this time was different, more powerful.
    Her breasts were gorgeous, perky and full. It was hard to believe that beneath the pale skin lurked disease. Something deadly, insidious. He thrust the idea away. He wasn’t going to lose her, not to fear and, sure as hell, not to cancer.
    He reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Zoey’s gaze was glued to his face and he wondered what she was thinking. Afraid she’d try to call a halt, he leaned closer and kissed her again as he removed the lacy material from her breasts.
    Rob’s gaze landed on a bruise on her breast. He reached out, touching it lightly. Zoey’s soft intake of breath told him she was sore.
    “Biopsy,” she whispered.
    He swallowed heavily, trying to batten down the part of him screaming that he should have been there with her. He should have been holding her hand when that needle pierced her skin. Never again. From now on, she’d acquired a six foot two shadow. Zoey wasn’t going to do any of this alone.
    Rob bent his head, placing a soft kiss on the dark spot. She blinked rapidly and he suspected she was trying to fight back tears.
    Twisting to the side, Rob sat on the couch, pulling Zoey across his lap, her legs straddling his thighs. The new position distracted her, caught her attention. It also gave him more freedom to touch her. Anywhere. Everywhere. He gripped her ass, pressing her against his jeans-clad cock. God, why were they still wearing so many clothes?
    Zoey gyrated against him, rubbing his hard-on until he saw stars. If anyone could drive him to climax from simple dry-humping, it would be her.
    He was grateful, spying an end to the loneliness that had plagued him on the road. He’d spent far too many nights trying to sleep on a bus full of snoring men as it hit every goddamn pothole from Texas to L.A. Zoey was