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tasting him.
    Her mouth worked its way down and he wanted that—God, did he. But he also didn’t think he could last. He knew he couldn’t, so he stopped her.
    “Baby,” he said, and she stopped and looked at him. He nudged her shoulder, not able to get out more words than just that. Baby . She was his.
    *     *     *
    At his urging, Erin rolled to her hands and knees. Yes. This way, that way. The position didn’t matter, so long as he got inside her, in her mouth or somewhere. She was frantic with it, with the need to hold him in her body.
    The sharp tear of the wrapper, a short pause and then he was in. His cock thrust into her from behind. His thick body covered her back while his mouth whispered in her ear.
    “Baby, you’re so hot. Do you know how much I want you? All I can think about. You make me stupid. Mine, mine.”
    It felt good. It did. But…she thought back to the first time and what he had said.
    You don’t have to look.
    Is that what he was doing? Making it so she didn’t have to see him?
    And she wanted to see him. More than that, she didn’t want him to think she didn’t.
    She started to turn, but he put a strong hand on her back.
    “Not good?” he panted.
    She could feel him changing the angle and—ahh!—yes, that was better. That wasn’t the point though. That wasn’t the problem.
    She jerked away so he had no choice but to let her go or restrain her. He let her go. He always would, she knew that. He would always be gentle with her. Without giving him a chance to think, to pull away, she flipped over, spread her legs and guided his cock inside her. His eyes widened, as if he might protest, but then they slid shut.
    He moaned, long and low. “So good. Mine.”
    She wanted to smile at that—she loved when he said that. She never wanted him to stop saying it, but she couldn’t smile at all. Not when the pressure, the tension, the joy of it was building, higher and higher. She could hardly breathe, much less smile, and then she’d reached the top. She came with a strangled cry and he followed after, pumping into her and carrying her orgasm until she was wrung out.
    “Erin,” he mumbled into her hair, “Don’t leave. Don’t ever leave… love you.”
    He froze. She could almost hear him thinking—first replaying what he’d just said and then searching for something to say.
    She cupped his cheek in her hand. It was the one that fit her free hand, but it happened to be the damaged one, the scarred one, and she stroked her thumb over the too-smooth, discolored skin.
    “Love you, too,” she whispered.
    He groaned and shut his eyes, turning his face into her touch.

Beneath the Beauty
    When Blake receives an offer to return to his alma mater as an associate professor, he knows this is his chance to reenter the world—and to be worthy of the woman he loves. Erin wants this chance for him to heal…even if it means leaving her behind.

Chapter One
    E rin woke up in slow degrees. Awareness tugged at her like a gentle tide. Arousal lapped at her skin. She had been in a deep slumber, both sated and sore, but she came alive again under his touch.
    Blake. Sighing, she might have said his name aloud. Or maybe just in her mind. They were attuned now, so soon after sex. Wrapped up in each other, cocooned in sleep. Past the point of discussions, negotiations, they’d been stripped to the core. Just him, her, and the pleasure they could invoke together.
    Calloused fingers roamed over her hips and lower, lower, to where her curls were still damp from their earlier sex. She peeked at the windows. A faint, eerie light glowed against the curtains, heralding late twilight, the onslaught of night. He was insatiable really. Earlier this evening, then now. They’d do it again in the morning most likely. She loved it.
    When his fingers slipped inside the wetness pooling at her sex, she moaned.
    “Shh. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
    Liar. A lazy smile curved her lips. “Is that right?”
    He