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body from his and snuggled in, he let her. Usually, he didn’t like to cuddle, but with her, he didn’t see any other way. He wanted her close. He removed the condom and when she bent her lovely leg over his, he cupped the knee to keep it there, and brought her in so she’d lay her head on his chest.
    Damn. He liked that a little too much.
    Sleepy, he felt his eyes beginning to drift closed while he continued stroking her arm affectionately.
    “Kenner…I could love you,” she whispered.
    He froze. Her words were almost so imperceptible, he would’ve sworn what he heard was all in his head.
    Did he hear her right?
    She turned over, and he followed her, setting his arm around her waist. Frowning, he didn’t know how to process this.
    The connection to her was so strong, it terrified him, and there was very little that could terrify him anymore. He’d seen a lot through his thirty-seven years.
    They barely knew each other. Who was she? Where did she come from?
    Then again, she’d only said—if he indeed had heard her correctly—that she could love him, not that she did.
    But if she had said it in sincerity? Could this one-night stand turn into something real and lasting? He never thought such things could really happen. In movies and books, yes, but not in the real world, and not to him. The major reason they were drawn to each other was because his loneliness had echoed to hers at that lounge, united by a forceful mutual attraction neither of them even attempted to disregard.
    But if sex had been enough, he would’ve said good-bye to her on the roof, not brought her home.
    Kenner surrendered to sleep, but he held on to the thought that, in the morning before she left, he was going to make sure he saw her again. He’d tell her what he really did for work and actually have a conversation with her.
    Because—and he couldn’t believe he was thinking this—he could love her too.

CHAPTER FIVE
    Thea was a heavy sleeper, but when Kenner’s hand traced her thigh and his lips kissed the back of her neck, she awoke immediately, and turned to his arms.
    It was still dark outside.
    With a short, needful groan, he shifted above her and spread her legs with his knees, molding his lips to hers. His tongue went deep and slow in her mouth. Her heart pounded with a sudden rush of desire, an erotic shock to her system. She never wanted a man like she wanted Kenner, even half-awake and boneless with exhaustion.
    Running her hands down his strong back, she lifted her hips, ready to love him with her body once more. She broke away and licked along his collarbone and up his neck. The musk and heat of him on her tongue was deliciously exotic and thrilling.
    He growled and set his hands at her hips. “God, I need you,” he said, voice rasp with desire. He plunged inside, causing her to bow beneath him in stunned response. A hoarse cry broke from her throat, and he dipped his mouth to her breast, beginning to rock inside her wet passage with long, hard thrusts. He was so deliciously enormous, thrusting his cock inside her to an inevitable climax.
    She panted and bucked beneath him, scraping her nails down his sculpted shoulders and arms, reveling in the masculine man above her. Her cries grew in volume with every meeting of their hips, every little nip of his teeth on her breasts.
    Kenner grunted, pistoning his hips forward, then locked one arm behind her back and yanked her up with him as he moved to a sitting position.
    She gasped and hooked her ankles around him. His feral gaze burned into hers as he moaned, gripping the back of her head. They kissed with animalistic hunger, clinging to one another, and meeting their hips in a passionate frenzy. Their bodies were slick from the exertion, and she could taste his sweat on her mouth.
    He cupped her ass, rubbing his hands up and down with every lift and push of her hips. She was so wet, and coming was too easy.
    “Oh God,” she cried out, helpless, gripping his hair and pulling his