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“Because I’ve wanted you since I saw you dancing in that fountain.Told you that already.”He pulled out completely.Rose to stand beside the bed.He stalked to the bathroom.Shut the door.
Cold, lost, uncertain, she grabbed for the covers.She’d wanted that wild rush.Wanted the thrill of a powerful orgasm but Naomi hadn’t counted on theafter.
The way she’d feel when they were done.
The way she’d ache.
The way she’d still want him.
The way her heart would hurt when he just walked away and left her naked in the bed.Like what they’d done didn’t matter.Like she didn’t matter.Like?—
The bathroom door flew open.
Her chin had tipped down, but now her head whipped back.Her eyes widened as she saw him standing in the doorway.Correction, glaring in the doorway.“Now what the hell am I supposed to do?”Eb demanded.
She rose from the bed.Pulled a sheet with her because she was far too vulnerable in that instance and would not stand naked before him.
“I had you, and I still want you.I had you, and I want to come inside you again and again.”A muscle jerked along the side of his jaw.“Am I supposed to act like this didn’t happen?That you didn’t just squeeze me so tightly with that hot pussy of yours that I nearly lost my mind?”
“I—” Okay.This was intense.He was intense.
And was she supposed to pretend that she hadn’t just come harder for him than she ever had in her entire life?
His eyes glittered.More gold than anything else in that moment.Normally, the topaz swirled.Right then, it blazed a truly golden fire.
“Tell me it was a mistake,” he dared.
She clutched the sheet tighter.Was that what he wanted to hear?Too bad.“That was the best orgasm of my life.”
He surged toward her.Caught himself.His hands fisted at his sides.
She could see the hunger on his face.The lust.He wasn’t unaffected as she’d feared.Wasn’t walking away like the sex had meant nothing.Instead, he was just as wrapped up and lost as she was.
That made Naomi feel better.Infinitely so.
She wanted to jump him again.But she was already sinking fast and hard under his spell.She knew a time for a strategic retreat when she saw one.The delicate ache of her inner muscles also told her she needed to slow way down.Someone was out of practice when it came to hot, hard sex.That someone?Her.
“Thank you,” she told him sweetly.
His eyes narrowed.
“Now, shall we go and find out who tried to kill us last night?It’s sort of important, don’t you agree?”
Eb growled.“Fucking you again is important.”
She held her breath.For a moment, she thought that he might pull her into his arms again and, heck, yes, she wanted that.She was down to?—
“Find the killer.Hell, yeah.That’s what we have to do.”Now his nostrils flared.“I will fuck you again.”
When?She bit back the question.
“But it’s not gonna be in this damn guesthouse.Not on this damn bed.We’re getting out of here, and we aren’t coming back.”He spun and stomped into the bathroom.
Her breath shuddered out.She looked down at the sheet.Then over at the bed.
OhmyGod.
She’d just had sex where her husband had been murdered.Eb had just taken her where Hudson had died.