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tore away from Hunter’s kiss on a high, hard gasp. Tremors of orgasm shuddered through her arms and legs, loosening her hold on his shoulders.
    Hunter jostled her higher and wrapped one arm around her back. “Bed. Now.”
    The harsh demand sent a signal straight to her core. Liquid heat fired between them. Kat plunged her fingers into his hair and sought his mouth again, unable to make her brain produce a coherent response.
    “Take her upstairs,” Liam said, stepping back from them. “The second open door on the right.”
    Hunter stiffened and for a moment, Kat feared he would lock up and withdraw. Instead, he lifted his head and turned them toward the stairs. As he started to ascend, she forced her eyes open and met Liam’s gaze over Hunter’s shoulder.
    Liam flashed her a smile and a wink, but Kat saw past his silent approval to the pain behind it. She knew her husband well enough to understand it wasn’t her attraction to Hunter that hurt Liam—it was Hunter’s denial of Liam. As Hunter reached the top of the stairs and Kat lost sight of Liam, she wondered whether she was woman enough to bring her two men together.
    * * *
    Hunter blanked his mind. He couldn’t deal with what his brain and his cock were telling him about himself right now. Instead, he cut off all avenues of thought except the ones that led to spreading Kat across a bed and burying his face in her wet folds. As he shouldered through the half-open door to the master bedroom, he blocked out the lingering heat of Liam’s body along his spine. He’d bury himself in her, sate himself in her, fill her with his own need.
    When he reached the bed, he knelt on the edge and bent over to deposit Kat on her back. She dropped her arms to the bed but tightened her legs around his hips.
    “Stay.” She hooked her fingers in the waist of his jeans and met his eyes.
    “I finish what I start.” He pulled her hands from his hips. Deftly, he stripped silk and lace up her torso, stretching her arms above her head. He twisted the material around her wrists and pinned them to the mattress. The position lifted her bare breasts like an offering on a pagan altar. His cock pulsed approval.
    Downstairs, he’d given over to naked hunger and taken her in a red haze of furious want. The primitive inclinations had followed him to the front door, even propelled him up the stairs to the bedroom, but somewhere along the way they had run through him and emptied out. Left with all of the want and none of the fury, he was acutely aware of the painful knot in his chest.
    The pale curves of Kat’s body blurred. Hunter drew a ragged breath and shook himself before the old longing could put down roots. She was here, it was enough. Dammit, she was enough.
    To reinforce the reminder, he leaned down and roughly took one small pink nipple between his teeth. Kat cried out at the sudden bite and jerked against his grip on her wrists. Hunter growled a low warning but gentled the pressure at her breast. Rolling her nipple into his mouth with his tongue, he sucked at the stiff tip until he was sure he’d be able to remember the texture of her skin long after he put this madness behind him.
    Needing more than the feel of her pebbled nipple, he released her breast and used his free hand to pry her legs from his hips. He let go of her hands, palmed her knees and spread them wide. The tiny scrap of red silk and lace that made up her panties didn’t actually hide anything from view. In this position, her folds opened right up for him, revealing the glistening, dusky heat he’d plundered downstairs.
    Driven by primal urges, Hunter ducked to claim her. Kat gasped and bucked, responding to the long slide of his tongue. Her reaction was gratifying on a level he didn’t want to examine. He did want to experience it again, however, so he licked her from bottom to top, savoring her silky texture and salty taste.
    “Hunter,” she moaned, running her fingers through his short hair.
    He didn’t