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his teeth into my bottom lip as he thrust into me.
    "Oh, I’ve missed this," he said as he tangled his fingers in my hair. "You feel fucking amazing." 
    He pounded into me like a man possessed, but I wanted more. My fingernails bit into his back. He nipped at my shoulder as I kissed the column of his neck. His hips rolled against mine in a punishing rhythm and I rocked against him in response. 
    My head fell back as I fought off the beginnings of another orgasm. Stephen’s mouth bit and sucked at my swollen nipples. The wet heat of his tongue ran up my neck and his mouth captured mine in a demanding kiss.
    “Fuck, I’m so close,” I whispered, breaking our kiss. My arm wrapped around his neck and I pulled him closer. I wanted more, but I couldn't tell more of what. His thrusts became erratic and frenzied. He hammered into me, gripping my legs tight enough to leave bruises.
    “I need you to let go, Taylor. I need you to come on my cock. Now,” he growled. My eyes met his and silently begged him to go over the edge with me. His husky groan filled my ears as he thrust into me. I convulsed around him, unable to hold off my orgasm any longer. “You are so fucking beautiful when you come, baby.”
    His forehead dipped to mine, and I closed my eyes, savoring the peace I finally felt.
    “I’ve missed you,” I whispered. His hands tensed on my hips for a second.
    “Come home.”
    Stephen kissed the side of my neck softly. My body stiffened and he pulled up his jeans and set to putting himself right. The loss of him was instant, leaving me feeling vulnerable. It terrified me that within one second his entire demeanor changed. Reaching down, I tugged my dress back into place and quickly tied it. It hurt that he could dismiss what happened between us so easily, especially after telling me to come back.
    “What does it solve, Stephen? We haven’t even had a conversation since I’ve been 'home'.”
    “How about you explain why you left in the first place?” He tried to bite back his anger, but it rang out loud and clear in his actions. My gaze fell to his clenched fists and the flexing muscles in his forearms.
    “You know why I left.”
    “No, I don’t. I think I have a good idea, but you didn’t stick around long enough to ask questions, did you?”
    I hopped off the counter and slid my shoes back on my feet. Stephen didn’t want to talk, he wanted to fight. I folded my arms across my chest and narrowed my eyes at him. His post orgasm glow needed some work. Something about having his touch seared on my skin while we discussed my disappearing act didn’t seem right.
    “Do we have to do this right now?” I said, waving my hands between us. “I don’t want to fight.”
    “Are you ever going to talk to me? Or are you just going to keep pushing me away until there’s nothing left between us?”
    I looked away from him and out the window. The very large window that we had just had sex in front of. And I saw my brother-in-law’s retreating back. Fuck me. I was positive he had just seen more of his sister-in-law and best friend than he ever wanted to.
    “Pay attention, Taylor.”
    “I am paying attention, but what do you want me to say?”
    “I want you to tell me what happened.”
    I turned back and looked him in the eyes. “I found the fucking ring, Stephen. You already knew that. Why are you making this so hard?”
    “Now ask me where it came from.”
    “Stephen,” I started, but he cut me off.
    “Ask me where the fucking ring came from, Taylor,” he said with an edge to his voice.
    I sighed. “Where did the ring come from?”
    “My mother gave it to me, not because I asked for it, but because she said she saw something between us when we went home for your dad's funeral. I didn’t go out and buy you a goddamn ring, Taylor. You were too fucking scared to ask me why I had it, so you ran away!”
    My heart stopped in my chest. Everything we had, I threw away because I was too fucking scared to ask him