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She needed him.

Now.

She reached down again and wrapped her hand around his erection, her reward a lusty growl. When Julian stopped, she whimpered at the loss of his mouth on her body.

“I want you. Now,” she demanded and stroked him, surprising herself. She’d never been an aggressive person in bed, had never hungered for another.

“So impatient,” he muttered.

“I think three weeks was patience enough.”

His brow arched in amusement. “Three weeks? Did you want this when we first met?” A flick of his thumb over her nipple made her gasp.

“You know I did. How could I not?”

Leah’s heart constricted at the smile that spread over his face, a smile that was just for her.

Julian raised himself on his arms. Leah greedily drank in every detail, the way his blond strands fell over his sinfully handsome face, the safety and warmth she felt beneath him, the way his muscles bunched as he moved. How the red sheen of lust over his eyes made her nerves sing. All of it.

Remember,she told herself.Remember so you can have it forever.

She dug her nails into his back when she felt him at her entrance, her body tensed, preparing for that moment of intrusion, but he didn’t move. Her hips jerked when he circled her clit, and then she forgot all about any discomfort. Her core ached with desperate need. She wriggled against him and tried to slide down, but his thighs prevented her. He tortured and tease, rubbing himself over her entrance while playing with her clit.

Why? Why was he doing this? Wasn’t he as crazy for her as she was for him?

“Please… I need you…” she begged. “Please.”

“Leah.” Her name was a tortured groan.

Then, he filled her with one long stroke.

Finally, her mind and body both seemed to say. Something Leah hadn’t known was missing clicked into place within her.

For the first time in her life, she was whole.

She couldn’t hide the sense of wonder when her eyes met his reddish blue ones. He stared back at her with a similarly dazed expression.

She didn’t wait for him this time. Locking her ankles behind his waist, she rocked against him, urging him to give them both what they wanted. He pulled back and then drove into her again and again. Together they set a pace that set her blood on fire. Everything else faded as they each took what they’d wanted, what they’d needed, ever since they first laid eyes on each other.

Her muscles tightened in a familiar way. Not yet. She didn’t want this to end. More. She needed more. He seemed to know her thoughts. He drove into her, harder and deeper and faster. His arm muscles bunched, and he leaned down and took her mouth in a breathtaking kiss.

“Come for me.”

The command, the irresistible sensual voice, pushed her over the edge. Leah fractured into a thousand pieces as the orgasm took her. Julian was her anchor in the maelstrom of ecstasy, and she clung to him as her body found its release, more powerful than any time before. Julian didn’t stop, his hips driving into her like a man possessed, intensifying her pleasure, until his body tensed. He bellowed her name as he came, his hot seeds shooting into her.

When Leah returned to earth, blissfully sated, Julian was a heavy blanket atop her. She tried to take a deep breath to no avail and moaned to get his attention.

“Sorry,” he muttered and rose on his elbows.

He was still inside of her, she realized, and hard.

“Did you think we were finished?” he asked with a playful quirk of his lips when she looked up at him in surprise.

Playful. Now that was a word she never thought she’d use to describe Julian.

When her well-sated body responded, the reaction, the untapped pool of need, surprised her.

With his hands on her hips, Julian rolled them over until she was on top of him. He was even deeper from his angle.