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only been Jericho. He made her insane with desire as much as anger. She pressed kisses to his neck.
    “This won’t solve anything.” She rested her head on his shoulder, but her hands roamed over his chest.
    “Not solve, but at least you’ll know that what’s between us isn’t going way. I walked away from you once. I’m not letting you do it this time.” He lifted her completely off her feet and carried her through the house.
    “Jericho…” She didn’t know what she was trying to tell him.
    He continued on and didn’t stop until they were inside one of the bedrooms. The door to the bedroom slid closed behind them. Torn between desire and uncertainty, she couldn’t untangle her muddled thoughts.
    He put her feet on the ground and stared at her. “Tell me that you don’t want me. That time has made what was between us fade.”
    “You know I want you. It’s not that simple.” She pushed away a little, but didn’t move back, even though his hold had loosened.
    “It is that simple. What’s between us isn’t going away because of anger and pride.” Jericho’s fingers brushed across her cheek.
    He didn’t give her time to say anything. His lips claimed hers. Their tongues dueled. Her hands slid down his chest and abdomen. Easing them under his shirt, she savored the warmth and hard muscle. She pushed the fabric up, wanting to get it out of her way.
    When it bunched under his arms, he tore his lips away and whipped the shirt over his head. She drew in a sharp breath. He’d always been muscled and broad in the chest, but the years had enhanced that. Her nails scraped down his chest.
    “I’m not going to let you fool yourself that I forced you into this. If you don’t want me, then say the word. I’ll stop, but I won’t stop trying to get you to admit what we both know. We belong together. If you want me, you’re going to tell me where you want to be touched.” He stood in front of her, not touching her.
    She sighed. He had to be difficult. That was so Jericho. She’d wanted to let the moment happen without confronting the details. She had to admit she probably would have blamed him and his aggressive tactics instead of admitting the truth. It was easier. He stepped back and looked down at her. The impossible man seemed prepared to wait for the answer.
    “I want you. I want you to fuck me and use those hands as I remember.” She didn’t know what would happen or how she’d feel after the sex.
    It wasn’t only that she was angry over what he’d said. She wasn’t even sure it wasn’t some kind of remembered attraction that would fade once they touched again. Then there was his presumptuous attitude that, after all these years without a word, she should drop everything and restart their relationship.
    His smile widened in smug satisfaction. “I’ll make sure you feel my hands everywhere.”
    The smile irritated her, but before she could think about it too much, his mouth brushed over hers. The kiss teased and drew her into responding. His hand stroked up and down her back. She relaxed against him, content to enjoy the moment and worry about the details later.
    His large palms settled over her buttocks and squeezed before lifting her against him. He urged her legs around his waist. She complied readily, her thighs wrapping around him and holding him tight. The ridge of his cock nestled against her pussy. She knew what he wanted. Remembered it so well that her skin tingled with anticipation.
    “Take off your shirt for me, Charleigh.” His hands tightened and rocked her hips slowly.
    She braced one hand on his shoulder and leaned back. Flicking open the fastenings, she worked quickly. She pushed the left side wide, wriggling her arm free of the fabric. Using her left hand for balance, she gave a single tug. The garment slid down her arm and fell to the floor. Since she wasn’t wearing a bra, he had an unimpeded view of her breasts. Returning her hands to his chest, she drew her fingers across