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her legs up onto the couch and stretched out alongside him.
    He hovered over her, stared at her with smoldering eyes. “I’ve missed you.”
    She didn’t dare admit how she’d pined for him for the last few months. Or that she pretended they were still together when she peeked at the photo of him hidden in her wallet?
    He skimmed his hand along her waist and settled it on her hip. She cupped his cheek, craving him so badly that her fingers shook.
    He hesitated as if waiting for permission to proceed. She moved his hand to her breast. He strummed her needy nipple, then lowered his head to the other breast and bit the erect peak.
    A pleasured moan broke from her lips as her hunger grew to a ravenous need. She arched her back, squirmed to dissipate the building heat between her thighs. Will yanked the spaghetti straps aside and slid the fabric away. His hand on her naked breast and his mouth on her nipple undid her. He licked and swirled and sucked and drove her mad with lust.
    Everything fell away. No fear, no angst, no guilt. She caressed his powerful arms, those hard, bulging muscles on his shoulders and his back. He trailed his tongue through the valley between her breasts and down her stomach, lowering her nightgown along the way. Sliding between her legs, he dotted soft, wet kisses on her thighs.
    Quivering sensations rolled through her as Will raked his teeth over her skin and nipped nearer to her core. Gripping the side of the cushion, she braced for the onslaught of delight.
    He didn’t disappoint. Taking his time, he teased a finger gently over her intimate lips. She shuddered with anticipation like a simmering volcano. Her juices slicked her sex. Erotic energy crackled in the air.
    She bit back a gasp when he rubbed his thumb along her cleft. Shifting lower, he dipped his head closer to her sex. He swiped his tongue along her folds, and she bucked, unable to remain still as liquid lust coursed through her.
    He looked up at her face and grinned. “You taste like sugar, just like I remember.” His gaze tracked down her body. “Delicious.”
    The amorous sentiment made her passion spike. He pulled up so they were face-to-face, then covered her mouth with his and treated her to a slow, sultry kiss. She detected her cream on his tongue as it swirled around hers.
    Will slipped long, possessive fingers into her entrance, singeing her sensitive flesh. He stroked and rubbed and touched her like he lived inside her head. Shock waves vibrated through her body. Wonderful pressure engorged her sex. She climbed toward the precipice of release.
    She held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut as the deluge of pleasure hit. The rapture gripped her with a dizzying intensity. Waves of bliss had her twisting and moaning and shaking.

    Will drank in the erotic sight of Megan’s orgasm. She gave herself over completely to her joy. Watching her got him as hard as granite. She writhed beneath him until her climax ebbed. Then he set a hand on her stomach and stilled her with another kiss.
    A heavy thud set his senses on high alert. Megan must have caught it too, because she remained perfectly quiet and widened her eyes.
    What the hell?
    He grasped her shoulders and whispered, “It’s all right.”
    He picked up his forty-five and the flashlight. Maybe he should have told her about the rubber head someone had left on her porch, but she’d been so frightened already when she let him in. He eased off the couch and held a finger to his lips. She righted her nightgown.
    Will stepped toward the window.
    Megan started to follow, but he pointed to the couch, and she stopped. At least she knew to obey his instructions when it mattered. Probably the only time she ever had.
    When he reached the window, he parted the drapes less than an inch. Only darkness greeted him, but the thump repeated. Glancing at Megan, he gestured toward the door, and she nodded. The damn floor creaked with each step. He eased open the door. A strong gust of wind blew