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knew he watched. Smoothing her hands over the tops of her breasts, she plumped them up, slipping fingers beneath the cups to fondle her nipples.
    Gage opened his mouth and drew on her clit, sucking so hard her legs drew up and wide, and she mewed like a kitten up a tree. At last, unsnapping the bra and drawing away the sides, her hands molded her breasts and pushed them toward him, offering him a glimpse of cherry nipples.
    A temptation he couldn’t resist. He gave her mound a kiss and climbed upward, rubbing his chest over her belly, her breasts, letting his cock slide up her inner thigh and between her folds. He gave her a nudge, and then another, not entering. Waiting for her to be sure.
    When she wrapped her hand around his length and pulled him upward, forcing him deeper, he dropped his head beside hers and turned to lock their gazes. “You still okay with this?”
    “I will be,” she said, her voice taut. She dug her fingernails into his backside.
    He flexed his hips and burrowed his cock deeper in her slick heat. “Careful,” he said, nipping her jaw, and then her bottom lip. “This might get rough.”
    “A girl can hope.”
    Rising above her, he braced his weight on his arms and plunged inside her.
    Viv tilted her head, pushing into the pillow beneath her, and stared at the ceiling. God, this feeling. She’d fucking missed it so much. So…fucking…much . He was hard and huge, and plowing her with vigor, something she couldn’t return because he took away her breath, each plunge expelling the air from her lungs in hard gusts. She stopped worrying about keeping her belly and breasts tensed to keep them from jiggling, let her hands fall beside her head on the pillow and gave herself over to the pleasure of having a strong man pound inside her.
    His thrusts were powerful, full-length, never ending. His girth filled her, raking her inner walls, building heat and friction, and she was approaching the summit, ready to come. She raised her knees, braced her heels against the mattress, and lifted her hips to accept more of him, rocking her head as she gloried in his full-throttle thrusts.
    When she crested, she didn’t make a sound, simply held her breath and exploded.
    He withdrew and moved outside her opened legs. He turned her, positioned himself behind her, gripped her hips to raise her ass, and plunged back inside. And she didn’t care, couldn’t do more than clench the bedding in her fists and moan.
    He was a storm breaking over her, his body molding over her back as he continued to pump hard, his groin and belly slapping against her, the moist, slick sounds so lewd and beautiful she squeezed her eyes shut as she was transported to another time with another man.
    “Mike!” she cried out as another wave crashed over her.
    The moment froze. Gage froze. Still lodged deep, he bent toward her ear. “Crazy as this sounds,” he rasped, “I was hoping you’d scream my name.”
    “Sorry,” she said, shaking. “Sorry. Please, don’t stop.”
    “Yes, ma’am,” he growled and glided again, in and out, this time without quite so much fury. This time, raking his cock against the spongy spot of nerves inside her, his motions more deliberate. The tension in the body pressed against her back was more pronounced. “Baby, now,” he whispered, and delivered shorter, targeted thrusts that built the tension inside her again. Quickly, too quickly, she was shooting over the edge.
    When he slowed his movements, she held her breath, feeling deflated. Angry with herself. She hadn’t wanted to strike a single negative chord. But she had. In the worst way possible.
    When he pulled free, he moved away from her to lie on his back, an arm covering his upper face as sweat dried on his skin.
    He didn’t say a word, and she knew it was up to her to explain. She lay on her side, facing him and drawing up her knees toward her chest. “Mike…was my husband.”
    His breaths evened. He lowered his arm and aimed a glance her