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with hers. His fingers curled around the nape of her neck, and he pulled her to him.
    She quivered as his tongue swirled around the shell of her ear, hot and wet. She let out a soft moan.
    “Am I distracting you?” His voice was deep and sensuous.
    “N-no.” She gasped as searing lips pressed against her neck and worked their way down. “You said...something about...activities?”
    He lifted her hand and placed it on his chest. She could feel the searing heat of his toned body under his shirt. “Mm-hmm.” His chest rumbled, making her hand tingle.
    Pressing his hand over hers, his eyes lit up teasingly. “You like the new and improved Lash?”
    He guided her hand down his chest, and she delighted in the feel of his hardened muscles. “Yes,” she breathed as her fingers lined the crevices of his abs. “More than you know.”
    “Show me.” His voice was rough with desire.
    Twining fingers into his silky soft hair, she pulled him down to her. Feverish lips crashed down onto hers. Hot wet lips devoured her mouth; his chin scraped across hers with each plunge of his tongue, leaving her chin pink and raw. 
    She tugged on his shirt, desperate to feel his skin and the warmth of his chest against hers. They separated for a moment as clothing was tossed on the floor. Then Lash reached down and lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.
    She felt her back against the cool wall as Lash pressed himself against her. She moaned at the hardness of his touch, and she throbbed, wanting him, needing him. They could do this a thousand times, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
    She clawed at his back as his lips swept down her throat and over the top of her full breasts. She tilted her head back, moaning and squeezing her legs tighter. Lash groaned.
    She ran her tongue over his strong square jaw, relishing the scratchy feel of his stubble. He moaned again, and she gasped as he grew unbelievably harder under her.
    Before she knew it, there was a loud clatter of table and chairs falling to the ground as Lash crashed out of the kitchen and into their bedroom, holding her tightly against him.
    When he released her, she fell back into a cloud of softness. Lash stood over her, his eyes simmering with passion. “You’re so beautiful.”
    Slowly, he lay down beside her, his fingers ghosting over her lips, down her neck and circling her breast. She moaned at his feather-light touch.
    “Come here.” She pulled him to her.
    His rock-hard body pressed against her chest as he kissed her deeply.
    “Naomi, my Naomi,” he mumbled as he sucked on her neck, tasting her. “I love you.”
    Her heart swelled with love for him. She’d never grow tired of hearing those words.
    “You are mine. Forever,” he whispered.
    A sudden nagging feeling swept through her as the word forever echoed in her mind. Then she saw an image of Rachel’s grief-stricken face.
    “Wait, Lash,” she said, sitting up in bed. “I just thought of something.”
    “I’ll clean the mess in the kitchen later.” He pulled her back down to him and in between his kisses said, “Less thinking, more doing.”
    She sat back up again. Something about this was off. But what? She hadn’t had this strange feeling before. Why now? “Something’s wrong.”
    He groaned and flipped over on his back. “What could be wrong? We’re alone; we’re together.”
    “It’s not that.”
    “What is it then?”
    “Should we be together?”
    He shot up, his face looking terrified. “Are you having doubts about us?”
    “No, no! Not at all.” She immediately felt guilty for making him think that. “That’s not what I meant. You’re the only one for me. I can’t ever be without you.” She leaned over and kissed him deeply.
    He sighed with relief. “What’s wrong then?”
    “I just meant, should we be doing, you know, this?” Naomi pointed to his naked, his gloriously naked, body.
    He pulled her to him and nuzzled her neck. “Umm, hum.