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second his fingers brushed over her clit and he decided maybe it was time to show her again, show her how wel they fit together, how fiercely he could turn her on, how much she needed him by her side.
    He flipped her over onto her back and crushed her body with his. Without giving her time to react, he slid his entire length inside her. She gasped, then lifted her pelvis to draw him in deeper.
    Shaking his head, he grasped her hips to stop her from moving. “Tel me you want to be with me.” The command elicited an annoyed groan from her.
    She tried bucking up again, but he held her in place.
    “Tel me.”
    “Wil —”
    “Say it. Say you want to be with me.”
    “I…” He watched her face, saw the myriad of emotions flickering in her eyes. “I…” Fear. Her expression shone with fear. Damn it. She stil thought she would lose him if she gave in. After everything that had just happened, she stil believed he would be like al the other assholes in her life and leave her.
    “Say it,” he pleaded softly.
    She swal owed then stared up at him with regret. “I can’t,” she final y whispered.
    Before he could reply, she wiggled out from underneath him, leaving his cock and his heart aching for her.
    “ I can’t ,” she repeated, and then hurried out of the bedroom.
    A second later, he heard the bathroom door in the hal way slam shut.
    Mackenzie sank down on the closed toilet seat, burying her face in her hands and trying unbelievably hard not to cry. The voices in her head screamed at her to go back to the bedroom, but she couldn’t do it.
    Couldn’t face Wil , couldn’t stand to see the love and frustration in his eyes.
    Tonight had been a mistake. She shouldn’t have succumbed to her desire. She should’ve tried harder to resist him.
    Say you want to be with me.
    The sound of his smoky voice fil ed her mind, bringing tears to her eyes. Outside, the storm continued to wail, making it difficult to hear anything but the sound of the rain against the window and the wind rocking the house. But she could imagine what was going on in the bedroom. Wil gathering his clothes, zipping up his jeans. The material of his windbreaker rustling as he slid it over his powerful shoulders.
    She’d hurt him just now, refusing to say what he wanted. But though the idea of causing Wil pain made the tears fal faster, she couldn’t give him what he wanted.

    He didn’t understand. He claimed to, but how could he? So far, he’d only seen what she’d al owed him to see. He’d never been with her when a vision of death came, and no matter how many times he insisted it wouldn’t bother him, she knew it would.
    Dan had said the same thing, and look what happened with him.
    The memory of that night two weeks ago flooded her brain, making her eyelids sting. Someone from town, an elderly man named Colin Garber, had died that night. Burned to death in his bed after his house had caught fire.
    And across town, Mac had been in bed with Dan, asleep after a slightly bland lovemaking session. Only to be woken up by images of fire and pain. She could smell the smoke, feel the heat of the flames as they’d devoured poor Mr. Garber. She hadn’t been able to make it to the bathroom, and, mortified, she’d thrown up at the side of the bed, while tears streamed down her cheeks. It was a common physical reaction to a violent vision, the nausea, the shortness of breath, the uncontrol able sobs.
    It had been too much for Dan. He’d broken things off that night.
    No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t believe it would be any different with Wil . Oh, he might pretend it didn’t freak him out, stick it out for a week, a month, maybe even a year. But eventual y he’d get sick of it. Of her, and the visions, and the constant chaos.
    Better to put a stop to this now, before…before what? Before she lost her best friend?
    She laughed humorlessly. After tonight, she’d probably lost him anyway.
    The sound of footsteps in the hal confirmed that