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know what she was going to say, didn’t know what he wanted her to say. It didn’t matter. The words were lost when his mouth settled over her. With Kat writhing beneath him, Hunter couldn’t bring himself to think about before and after. He had now and every cell in his body urgently demanded the glory of the moment.
    Raising his head, he stared down at her and catalogued the details. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted in passion. Her lingerie formed a carnal-red halo over her tangled dark hair and her breasts heaved with every breath.
    “Why do you let him do this to you?”
    She eased her grip on his hair and slid her hands down to cradle his face. Hunter didn’t want to look her in the eye but she didn’t give him much option.
    “I don’t let him,” she corrected. “I ask him. This is the woman I am, Hunter. If the woman I am isn’t the woman you want, maybe you should leave.”
    “Don’t talk to me about the woman I want. I don’t even know who you are. Not anymore.”
    Hurt flashed in her eyes, satisfying in its truth and shaming in its honesty. “I haven’t changed. But if you don’t know that, then get off me and run away.”
    Need warred with uncertainty, with the fear of the unknown. But it was too late. Maybe it had been too late when he’d accepted Liam’s invitation.
    Furious with his own confusion, he yanked her panties down her legs. After throwing them aside, he pressed her thighs against her stomach and leaned in close, caging her with his body.
    “No. I’m not through with you yet.” It was the one truth he knew. Everything else might be unclear, but this was crystal.
    Reaching between them, he unzipped his fly and shoved his jeans down his hips. He retained just enough sense to protect her, but not enough to protect himself from her.
    The slick heat of her pussy welcomed him as he located her entrance and shoved inside. Her pleasure showed on her face. Mesmerized by it, Hunter drove into her over and over again until sweat trickled down his back and Kat’s high-pitched cries rang in his ears. As pressure built at the base of his spine, he realized he was about to race to a finish without enjoying the run. Gritting his teeth, he forced his body under control. He might not be able to control anything else, but he was by God a Marine and he would control his body.
    His hips slowed, drawing out the strokes, delving into her with focused deliberation, paying attention to the wet glove squeezing around him as he slid home and retreated. Kat’s lips moved silently, words Hunter couldn’t make out. In search of her breathless moans, he found her spread folds and pressed his thumb against her clit. She shuddered and jerked around his cock, gripping his flesh with hers. Determined to control her body as well as his own, even if only in this moment, he kept his release in check while driving her closer and closer to breaking.
    She crested the peak sooner, and harder, than he anticipated. The force of her climax milked his cock with strong, relentless contractions. The head-scrambling pleasure of her body praising his wasn’t what made him lose control. No, it was the sound of footfalls that came to a stop outside the bedroom door. He glanced up, his gaze locking with Liam’s. The heat in those pale blue eyes rammed into him like a fist. Kat cried out, a liquid moan that carried his name. His orgasm rolled him under, dragging him deeper than ever before, spasm after spasm of shattering pleasure.
    Unable to contain the release, he threw back his head and opened his mouth in a silent scream.
    Slowly the soft blankness of orgasm faded, leaving him with a terrifying two-fold sense of satisfaction. Again, Liam’s eyes met his, and with a bittersweet smile, Liam pulled the door closed between them.
    Hunter let his eyelids droop and hung his head. He breathed through the slowing of his pulse and Kat’s fading aftershocks, until the sounds of traffic outside were louder than the sounds of their