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strained his jeans, hard and jutting up.
    She met his gaze again and she could imagine it—imagine him moving inside her, filling her.
    “Come for me,” he said hoarsely. His thumb touched down on her clit and she did, exploding and shattering, coming completely undone as she rode wave after wave climax brought. Breath left her and stars played behind her eyes; she slumped and he caught her, fingers easing out of her panties and bra, bracing her upright with both arms.
    She couldn’t speak for several long moments, exhausted and lightheaded, head pressed against his chest and feeling the rapid beat of his heart. At last she whispered, “That was...” A sigh. “Yeah.”
    He kissed her temple, mouthed her ear, and shifted her head up to trace her jaw with his lips. “If you want to sit down, I’ll get you a drink and fix your swing.”
    She glanced up at him with a wry grin. “Pretty sure you’re off the clock.”
    “I am, and I’d work for you free anyway. But sit down and relax, I’ll put your groceries inside, and look at that swing.” He zipped her jeans up for her, rearranged her tank top, and kissed her once more, igniting yet another charge down her spine.
    Rest. Yes, she could do that—they had a long evening ahead of them.

 
     
    Chapter Five
     
     
    The kitchen still smelled of cooking lasagna, though the oven had been turned off an hour ago, as Brady gathered their dishes to take to the kitchen.
    Dusk had settled half an hour earlier, bringing a chillier air with it, but Niara’s house was warm and comfortable. The afternoon had passed with easy conversation, the odd touch and kiss, but nothing more. He wanted more, yes—desperately so, craving Nia so bad he could barely see straight. But he wanted to wait, to prolong and savor it, so he continued working around her house until she went to put dinner in the oven. She’d given him use of her shower before dinner, and he’d cleaned up and changed into a spare T-shirt he had in the van. She’d showered and changed as well, wearing a fresh pair of jeans and a lavender button tee. She looked refreshed and alluring, and not reaching for her all evening had been killing him.
    The languid meal around her small kitchen table, with a single low light hanging between them over the food and wine, had brought more conversation. She spoke a bit of her life after high school, about her disappointment in where her life had gone so far. Her marriage had been a flurry of excitement as she was taken in by a smooth talking man who chipped away at her little by little. The guy made good money, had a nice house—sounded like everything Brady wasn’t—and he’d hurt her. Even though she didn’t dwell on her ex-husband in conversation, he felt the pain coming off her in waves, helpless with no way to soothe her.
    His own life, he hadn’t spoken much of. His sister Tracie and her family, briefly, but he skimmed over the rest as it wasn’t a pretty story. A couple of meaningless relationships on his part in college. Then his dad’s estrangement after his mom... And the girl he thought he’d loved for a few years who broke his heart at the worst possible time. None of it came into conversation and he bottled it up, holding on because he wanted this night to be about her .
    He deposited the dishes by the sink while she returned the ice cream to the freezer, sexual tension creeping up in the silence. Her house was small but comfortable, faded wallpaper with yellow daisies in the kitchen and painted plaster elsewhere; hardwood floors creaked and had scratches, but otherwise seemed in good condition. The only light she’d left on was over the table, casting layers of shadows over the stacked boxes in the room beyond and leaving light to glare from the windows.
    Nia moved toward the sink as he went to retrieve the wine, leaning over to run water with her back to him. He paused a moment, halfway between her and the table, and gave in. The running water masked his