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better than the last, each drive slamming their groins together. His balls slapped her body, her peaked nipples grazed his chest. When she dragged her fingers down his back, he swore and pounded in wildly. There was an inferno blazing between them, and he wasn’t going to stop until they went out together in a burst of pleasure.
    Derrick leaned on one arm and slipped a hand between their torsos to find her clit, pinching in time with his thrusts, and Melanie screamed. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her heels digging into his butt. She hauled him into her core, and as her orgasm squeezed him, he released all control and exploded into the condom. His balls pulled up, his cock jerking again and again until she’d drained him completely. The room spun, and there was a loud roar in his ears that blocked out all other sounds. Her panting breath hit his cheek, and he took in the scent of sex filling the room.
    He could handle more of this. A lot more.
    Derrick collapsed to the side, his arms quivering with reaction to the intensity of his release. “Holy shit, that was…” Words escaped him. His brain was mush. She cuddled in closer, his cock still buried in her body, and let out a contented sigh.
    “Oh yeah, it was.”
    They stared at each other, satisfied and sated. “Round one?”
    Melanie raised her brows. “I’m game for more, once I can move.”
    Exactly. He kissed her forehead and just lay there. More in a minute. Right now he needed to get some blood back into another part of his body before his limbs would operate. He lazily ran a hand over her naked torso, both the smooth and the scarred. She tensed, but only for a second, before leaning into him and relaxing.
    Derrick smiled against her hair. Yup. There were some things said more clearly with actions than could ever be said with words.

Chapter Three
    Sketched Out: Feeling insecure, a lack of confidence in the current situation.
     
    She hadn’t changed much. Not in the nearly ten years since he’d last seen her. Her petite body was still powerful, lean and made his body ache as she clung to the wall and traversed her way across, staying only a few feet off the ground.
    Nathan King rested his chin on his hands, leaning forward in his seat in the balcony area as he watched Melanie bouldering. She wore full-length yoga pants and a long-sleeved shirt—no evidence of her accident was visible, but he knew it was there. He’d seen the news-file photos taken immediately after Mel’s fall.
    He’d gone off in another direction long before her mishap, and until his most recent assignment had crossed his desk, he’d put all thoughts of her out of his mind. She’d been underage the first time they’d hung around each other, him always careful to stay on the outskirts of her crowd.
    Nathan stared across the room, his fascination rising. She wasn’t too young anymore.
    He clicked a couple of candid shots from the upstairs seating area before packing away his camera equipment and descending the stairs to greet her.
    He hung back along the wall and waited for her to spot him. She spoke animatedly with another climber, the woman laughing at something Mel said. Nathan admired how her eyes lit up, a smile brightening her face just like he remembered. Except the slope of her cheek was all woman now, no baby fat or maturing left to do, simply a dark beauty that shone through her healthy glow.
    Taking this assignment was looking more positive all the time.
    Melanie lifted her head and glanced in his direction. A crease appeared between her brows, a cloud of confusion in her eyes. The moment she figured out who he was, everything changed.
    “Nathan? Oh my God, it’s you!”
    She raced across the floor and threw herself into his arms. The warmth of her torso hit like a thunderbolt, streaking through him and electrifying his entire system. He grabbed on to stop her from falling, bracing his legs to keep them both vertical. Her arms squeezed him tight and he was suddenly