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answering tremor in him, his thigh muscles trembling beneath her hands.
    He withdrew from her, growling and changing their positions so that he was settled between her thighs, one of her legs propped up on his shoulder. “Ready for me?”
    “More than.”
    He thrust hard as he gripped her butt and pulled her forward, seated so deep inside of her she couldn’t tell anymore if they were separate people. It didn’t feel like it. It felt like they were one person. Sharing the same pain, the same pleasure, the same heady rush of exquisite and torturous need.
    Water poured down over them, his skin slick with it. She moved her hands over his back, his butt, as he continued to pound into her, driving everything away but the moment. Every demon, every doubt, every fear.
    Travis was all there was.
    And he was all she wanted.
    “Travis,” she said, speaking his name, over and over again. Like a prayer that might hold back the darkness. Or in their case, a prayer that might keep away the dawn.
    They shuddered out their pleasure together, clinging to each other as the wave tossed them, threatened to drown them.
    When it passed, she lay there, cradling his head to her breasts, hearing nothing but the sound of the water on the tile and their breathing.
    “I think the floor might be a little hard for you,” he said, brushing her hair out of her face.
    “I didn’t even feel it.”
    “No?”
    She shook her head. “No. I’m falling through space, I’m pretty sure. When I come back down, it’ll hurt like hell.”
    “Then I’ll make sure you have a mattress underneath you.”
    He moved away from her, bent over her, gathering her into his arms before scooping her up and depositing her outside of the shower.
    He shut the water off and took a perfectly folded white towel from the rack on the wall. “White,” he said. “How interesting. All things considered.”
    “Not as gothic as the rest of the place.”
    He ran the towel over her bare skin, catching all of the droplets with it. “You look good in it, though.”
    Something about the statement made her heart stop. Made her body seize up.
    “Not especially,” she said.
    “You do to me.”
    She wrapped the towel around her body and watched him towel off. She didn’t know why she was so fascinated by such a routine activity. But then, it drew attention to the way his muscles shifted and bunched as he moved into different positions. Showed off the strong lines of his thighs, the hard ridges on his stomach, the little dent in the side of his butt.
    All very fascinating and interesting things about Travis, so she was discovering.
    To say nothing of his male equipment which was, in her estimation, extremely impressive.
    He dropped his towel and approached her, scooping her up again with total ease before walking them out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom.
    “I think you might need some sleep,” he said.
    He walked them over to the bed and deposited her in the middle of it. A lump rose in her throat when she thought of how fast it would all pass if she closed her eyes for just a moment. She wanted to argue. But she suddenly felt so tired she didn’t know if she could stay conscious for another five minutes.
    But she didn’t want to sleep. Because then when she opened her eyes, their night would be over. The break from the world, from reality, would be gone, and they would have to face what was left.
    The loss of Sarah. The change in their friendship.
    And she just didn’t want to deal with any of those things.
    He tugged the towel away from her and pulled the covers back. She scrambled to the top of the bed and burrowed beneath the covers, and he slipped in behind her, pulling her close.
    He put his hand on her stomach and held her to him, his chin resting on her shoulder.
    It was the most perfect moment she could ever remember.
    Because right now she was with her best friend. And her lover. And he was holding her like he would never let go.
    So it seemed safe to close