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when she tightened around him he moaned her name.
    She liked that sound.
    She shifted, rocking back on him before slowly moving forward again.
    He kissed her again, driving up into her, his hands on her backside kept her moving and when she felt her climax feathering through her she sucked hard on his tongue, arching in his arms as he continued to thrust inside of her. She felt him empty himself and collapsed against him. Resting her head on his shoulder as his hands caressed up and down her back.
    She lay there feeling like she’d found something she hadn’t been aware she’d been looking for. Dammit.
    Ryder felt like home.
    She’d never thought a person could be home, she’d always believed it was the walls and the house. All her life she’d been working toward buying herself the security she’d always craved, never guessing she could find it right here in Whiskey River.

Chapter Four
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    “W OW.” N OT VERY original but Ryder’s brain had taken a vacation into ‘that was fantastic’ land. Addison made a soft sound of satisfaction. He cuddled her closer, thinking that the only thing that would have made this better would be if they were both naked.
    But they were in a shelter aka closet riding out a tornado warning and if ever there was a time to keep their clothes on it was now. He nuzzled her neck and said, “Next time we’re going to be naked in bed when we make love.”
    Addison stiffened, then lifted herself off his lap and began searching for her panties. He picked them up and handed them to her, watching as she wiggled back into them. Something was wrong, but he had no clue what. He felt . . . unsure of himself. That hadn’t happened in a very long time.
    “I thought you said you wouldn’t regret making love.”
    “I don’t.”
    “Then why did you suddenly freeze when I talked about doing it again?” Two minutes before she’d been glowing in the aftermath of great sex. Now he felt a blue norther chill emanating from her.
    “I don’t regret having sex with you. But that doesn’t mean there’s going to be a next time. It doesn’t mean this is anything more than a—” she hesitated, then looked at him and finished, “a spontaneous encounter.”
    “What the hell? Meaning what? We scratched an itch and that was that?” Of all the women Ryder had ever been with, Addison was the last one he’d have thought would go for a one-time quickie in a closet. Besides, there was something between them, something a hell of a lot more than just hot sex.
    “Meaning there’s no point reading anything more into what just happened than there is,” she said.
    Her hair was mussed from his fingers, her lips still swollen from his kisses. She looked like exactly what she was, a well-loved woman. So what the hell was going on here? “Addison, we’ve been working toward this moment for a long time. We both know it. And it was great. So why would you want to call a halt to something so good? You’re not going to deny it was good between us.” He made it a statement because he knew damn well she thought the sex was as hot as he did.
    She flushed but answered. “Whether the sex was good or not is beside the point.”
    “Good sex is never beside the point.”
    She frowned and shifted even farther away from him. “I’m looking for a job in another city, remember? Continuing to have sex will only make it harder when I do leave.”
    In the silence following her words, Ryder could hear the wind shrieking. More hail was beating on the roof, audible even in their hiding place. The storm was getting worse. Addison looked uneasy, which he assumed was due to the storm, but maybe it was due to the incredibly stupid conversation they’d been having.
    “If you’re so sure you want don’t want to make love again,” he said, deliberately choosing that phrase, “then prove it.”
    “Prove it?”
    “Kiss me.”
    “Oh, one kiss and I’ll fall into your arms again, is that it?”
    “Scared I’m