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rose to meet his. “Oh, John.”
    Home . The word rattled around in his head. He tried not to think about it. About anything but the sex, but Lucie was so perfect beneath him, her voice so right in his ear, all he could do was think.
    Lucie. Home. My home .
    Not a place. A person.
    The thought shocked him. Instinctively, he reared back.
    He didn’t go far. Lucie’s legs clamped tighter, refusing to let him go. When he looked in her eyes, the word knocked around in his brain again.
    Home.
    Fuck.
    He didn’t want a home. Didn’t need one.
    Didn’t need anyone. Never had.
    Stop thinking , he demanded of his frontal lobe. Take no prisoners .
    He kissed her deeply, thoroughly. Began his descent again, slowing her down, forcing her to match his rhythm. Drawing himself out, he kept control of her hips, kissed her neck, and tweaked a nipple.
    Her eyes were glazed. Was that a sheen of tears in them or was the firelight casting weird shadows?
    Had he hurt her? Been too rough? Shit. “You okay?” he whispered.
    “Better than okay.” She confirmed it by tweaking one of his nipples in return and trailing kisses over his cheek and down his neck. “But I need more.”
    Ordering him around again. He was starting to like it. He released her wrist, reached between them, and touched her. Right. There .
    Bingo. She whimpered again and the sexy sound made him realize he was close. Too close. But she was, too. Maybe it was time to give the lady what she wanted.
    He drove himself in, ramping up his touch at the same time. She moved with him, eyes still open and watching him. “Harder.”
    Out. In. Lucie’s sweet heat taking him fully. Releasing and begging for more.
    Another retreat. Another advance.
    “John—”
    Bam , she exploded. Gritting his teeth to hold back his own release, he rode the orgasm with her, milking it. After a few seconds, she looked at him, spread her legs wider, and breathed softly. “Come for me.”
    Another order. One he couldn’t help but follow. He came in a rush, blinding and perfect in its pleasure. Lust and love crashing together and taking the edge off the anger always riding him. Freeing him from the past. Planting a seed of hope for the future.
    Home.
    Slowing his breathing, he blocked the thought, wrapped her in his arms and shifted their bodies to take his weight off her.
    Lucie snuggled into his chest. “ Le petit mort ,” she murmured with a sigh. “So good.”
    He might have been from Texas, but he knew what the French idiom meant. A little death . The moment of release.
    He’d released more than months of sexual frustration. More than anger. More, in fact, than he could identify. His heart felt lighter. His brain, calmer.
    Rubbing her back, he smiled into the shadows that had fallen during their lovemaking, the coming hours stretching out in front of him like a shiny, new coin dying to be spent. The night wasn’t over yet, so when she moved against him a few minutes later, he kissed her, caressed her breasts, and nuzzled her neck.
    He was ready for his next set of orders.
    …
    John stood at the master suite window early the next morning looking down on his truck. The familiar itch burning under his skin told him it was time to leave. The pain knotting itself like a rope in his chest when he considered it said different.
    He’d gone out to the truck to retrieve his overnight bag and found himself hesitating at the door. So easy to jump in and drive away, but he didn’t want to. Now he stared at the footprints in the snow leading back and forth and thought about Lucie. Every time he walked away, he ended up coming back.
    In the adjacent bathroom, he heard the shower start. Her voice called to him over the noise, “What do you want for breakfast?”
    The image of Lucie, warm and wet under the hot water, made his body harden. “You,” he answered.
    She laughed. “You like eggs, yes? I brought bacon, too.”
    Who would’ve thought he’d still be here, talking about something as ordinary