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lodged firmly insideher.
    Lanie had had lovers—not many—but
they’d been full-blown, sexualrelationships,
somemorefulfillingthanothers.Andshe’dbeenmarriedforGod’ssake,butshe’d never had an orgasm like that. Never. Ever. Nowhere
nearit.
    She still tingled and burned, the sensations chasing across
her skin, theflesh betweenherlegsandthenubofnervesofherclitorisstillalivewithapleasureshe’d only fantasized about. And she was wet. Very, verywet.
    “I
don’t need lube,” shemanaged.
    “Not
even close,” he ground out, raising his head to look down ather.
    Dark strands of damp hair stuck to his broad forehead, his
eyes glittered. She could seeeveryeyelash,thedarkergrayspecsinhiseyesandeveryindividualhairofhisrough
beard. The lines of tension had eased from his face, but he wasfrowning.
    “It’s
not me,” sheadded.
    “No.”
    “I’ve
had lousylovers.”
    What’s more, she probably hadn’t wanted them, not really, not
the way sheshould have, not the way
she didRex.
    “Yeah,
you probably have,” hemuttered.
    Lanie gasped as he leveraged
himself up, his jaw flexed tight as he withdrewfromherbody.Shecouldn’tdraghergazeawayashegotoffthebed,evenifshe’dwanted
to. If she thought the front of him was impressive, that was nothing to thebroad expanseofhisback,hisspectacularass, the musclesflexingandslidingashewalked.She
swallowed. And there it was, the tattoo—an eagle—its wings spread widecovering most of the back of his rightshoulder.
    He gave her a quick glance before he strode into the
bathroom. He didn’t closethe door,butitfeltasifhe’dputawallbetweenthemallthesame.Sheheardtheshower
turnon.
    She
sucked. She’d totally sucked atit.
    She hadn’t done any of the things to him she’d wanted to and
after all thepleasure hegivenher—unselfishly—shehadn’teventouchedhimback,notevenonce.Herex had always said— No .
No, no, no . She wasn’t going there. Another promise. Shewasn’t going to let all that
affect her anymore. She’d put it all behindher.
    Theold Lanie wouldhavetakenhisactionsasarejectionplainandsimpleand hightailed it out of there as fast as she
could. Actually, the old Lanie wouldhave probably already left. She would have
resigned herself forever to lube andfantasizing. But not the new Lanie . She
took a deep breath. Nope. The new Lanie would bedamned ifshe’dletitendlikethis.Thenew Lanie wantedtoknowwhatthehellhisproblem
was and if he’d be willing to give her a secondchance.
     
     
    Rexstoodwithhisheadbowedunderthesteamingwater,directingitrightatthe
base of his skull where the ache had started. Now it’d spread to his chest and
hedidn’t think hot, scorching water
could do anything aboutthat.
    Hewasstillshaky.He’dnevertrembledbefore,notaftersex,buthefeltitnowalonghislimbs,deepinhismusclesandeveninhisfingersashestoodwithhishands
braced against the tile. Christ, she’d turned him inside out with thepleasure.
    Thisisnothowhe’dplannedit,howhe’danticipatedthisgoingdown.Forastart
he’dhadmorepatience,ahellofalotmorefinesseandhe’dmadeitlasthours,not fuckingminutes.
    Dammit .
    He’dknownit’dbehotandwild,butithadn’tbeenthewayhe’dimaginedwith Lanie at all. It was more, so much more
and while he stood in here like an idiot, shewas probably alreadygone.
    Heshookhishead.Andhewasstillhard.Itwouldhavebeenhardtomiss.With thewayhewasstandinghewaslookingrightatit.Whenwasthelasttimethathad
happened? It was almost as if it was tauntinghim.
    He felt his muscles clench and his gut burned at the thought
of the men she’dbeen with,soimpatient,souncaringthattheyhadn’thadthedecencytomakesureshewas ready. He squeezed his eyes tightly
closed. Man, who was he kidding? His gutburned
at the thought of any other guy touching her,period.
    Hehadn’twantedtowatchherwalk,itwasthatsimple.She’dmorethanlivedup
toeveryfantasyhe’deverhadandhehadn’tbeenabletobearseeingherwalkaway from him. Because
shewould.
    He took a deep breath. She’d said one night. It wasn’t even
close to over, yet here