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position they'd ever been in, and her body responded accordingly.
    His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her skin. He broke the kiss, his eyes meeting hers. Susan saw the question there, rocked her hips in response and then they were on each other again. It seemed like his hands were touching her everywhere, their clothes were just a source of frustration as she began to move her hips against him to create friction that sent fire rolling through her. “Houdini!” She gasped his name as he cupped her breasts through her tank top.
    “If you say stop, I might cry. I'll stop though, promise.”
    “If you stop, I will kill you.” Susan reached down and grabbed the hem of the tank top, she stripped it off, revealing the sports bra she wore underneath. For a fleeting second she wished that she'd worn a nicer one, but Houdini didn't seem to mind the view. His gaze was hot, greedy, and the thought of him being this turned on for her was a rush very much like a high. She gave into it, letting her head fall back as he began to feast on her neck and shoulders. His rough, calloused fingertips teased her nipples into stiff peaks; pleasure spiked and spiraled.
    She had never wanted anyone more than she wanted him right then, right there on the floor of his old room. Want wasn't really a strong enough word. Susan realized that she needed him, that she had needed him for more than just this for longer than she cared to admit. Despite a very solemn promise to herself, somehow she'd managed to start falling in love with him.
    The knowledge caused her to go still, her heart racing as hard as it ever had. The desire to tell him what she felt was unexpected and completely not like her. She wasn't a blurt-out-her-emotions kind of woman. She also wasn't the cuddling type of woman, and yet she did that with him every night.
    Houdini was different from any man that she'd ever known, even the man that she had been completely and totally in love with. Houdini got her in a way that Rick never could. He'd never blinked an eye that she changed. He wanted to see her change, and her refusal disappointed him, but he didn't push. Sure, they argued and he'd raise his voice. She'd raise hers right back; she was never scared of him. Susan knew that he wouldn't lay a hand on her to harm her.
    “We can't do this.”
    “Wait. What? Seriously? You want to stop?” Susan felt her body stiffen. She nearly tripped in her haste to get up and off of him. Christ, what had she done?
    “No,” Houdini was on his feet as well, grabbing her arms and yanking her to him. “We're not stopping, just relocating. We're not doing this on the floor.”
    “I thought...” Suddenly Susan felt foolish and just a little embarrassed at her reaction.
    “I know,” he leaned in, kissed her lightly. “Not many options for not-gross surfaces in here.”
    Susan couldn't help but laugh. She looked around the room, he was right. The surfaces were all covered in dust or worse. “There's probably maggots in that take-out container, but if we take off the top blanket, we should be okay. And I can't believe I just said that.”
    “I love that you just said that.” His face became serious. Susan knew what he was going to say before he spoke, but that didn't stop the tremor that ran through her body when he cupped her face. “I love you, Susan.” He pressed his finger against her lip. “You don't have to say anything, but you need to know.”
    “I already knew,” Susan heard her voice crack. She gripped his shirt in her hands. “I'm not good at this, at having relationships and being with someone. I've got issues. My issues have issues.”
    “And I already knew that.” His smile was easy. “We'll figure it out. And I just figured out a solution to our problem.” He scooped her up with little effort. Susan really liked that he did that, that he could do that. It made her feel safe and sexy at the same time. She began to laugh again as he crossed the room to the