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she felt his cock bury deep inside her. He pulled back, let the piercing tease her folds, the metal hot and hard against her. When he plunged inside her again, she wrapped her legs around him and held him there, contracting around him.
    The angle he used hit her in all the right places, and her body simply blossomed for him. There was no other way to say it. “Please, don’t stop,” she told him.
    “No . . . intention . . .” he grunted as she held on for the ride.
    Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking around his back. This pushed him farther inside her, filling her womb, making her quiver with pleasure. He rocked them both with a rhythm that drove her crazy. She wanted faster and harder, and he seemed intent on making her work for it.
    He released her arms from their bindings but then pinned her hands over her head on the mattress instead, held them there with one hand by her wrists and didn’t break eye contact with her. That was maybe the sexiest thing ever, because he didn’t hide the enjoyment on his face.
    His body was slick with sweat. She smelled like him, didn’t want to ever wash that off. She held him tightly, her toes curling, her sex contracting so hard she wasn’t sure when the orgasm would stop.
    “Gunner!” she cried out as she came, climaxing hard enough for her to see stars, her body shuddering through both their orgasms. Because he came when she did, his body stiffening as he growled out a groan and stilled, the two of them locked together in pleasure.
    •   •   •
    Gunner’s stomach growled. Avery was half dozing and he didn’t bother asking her what she wanted, just ordered one of everything from the nearest place that delivered and was waiting by the buzzer to head down and grab it from the delivery guy half an hour later.
    But then he didn’t want to wake her. He figured if the smell of the food wafting over her didn’t do it, nothing would. So he ate and alternated between watching her and the street below the hotel. The French Quarter hadn’t changed much— damage from the hurricane hadn’t touched here, leaving it eerily a “before” to most of the city’s “after.”
    He hadn’t been sure what he’d find left of the bayou when he’d returned; he’d been overseas when Katrina hit. He remembered watching helplessly with the rest of his team as the levees broke and the devastation that followed. He’d always consider Louisiana to be his home, since he’d first found peace here.
    He’d left that peace behind each and every time he left the state. This time had been no exception.
    “Hey, are you eating without me?” Avery asked in a sleepy voice. She looked tousled and flushed in that way only good sex could make you look. And it was a good look on her.
    “I saved you some. You looked too comfortable to wake.”
    She looked like she wanted to say something, but she didn’t. He handed her some of the plates of the late-night snack food so she didn’t need to get out of bed and she ate happily.
    And still, she hadn’t asked him a single question about where he’d been, why he’d left. Unlike the Avery he knew, and that sat uneasily in his gut.
    After several minutes of silence, he felt her hand on his arm. She was tracing some of his tattoos. “You told me once that tattoos can be like a résumé.”
    “Should be,” he corrected. “A lot of them are just people doing it for the wrong reasons.”
    “So what are the right reasons?”
    “They’re supposed to be a map of your life. Where you’ve been, where you’re going,” he explained.
    “So all of yours are personal?”
    “Yeah. Very.” He waited for the interrogation to begin, but instead, she simply continued to trace down his arm with her finger and then, after a long moment of staring at them like she was trying to memorize them, she turned back to her food.
    •   •   •
    Avery was still drunk—partially on Gunner—and everything was all jumbled in her mind. All the