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hers as she gasped in delight. Her fingers slid into his hair, as she’d wanted to do ever since she’d seen him just hours before.
    His tongue slid into her mouth, dancing along hers. The shock of memory hit her. She’d had this with him before, had been marked by it in some way and she wanted more. Wanted it right then and now.
    She arched against him, tugging on his hair when he made an attempt to break the kiss. He hummed his satisfaction, and she eagerly swallowed the sound. He sucked her bottom lip, nipping it until she shivered at the edge where pleasure slid into pain.
    He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers. “Something like that.”
    She laughed. “For future reference, I’ll go on record to say I approve of something like that.”
    “You wanna come out for a drink? Relax a little? Catch up?” He licked his lips, as if to taste her again. Her fingers twitched, wanting to touch him again, but she forced her hands into her back pockets to keep from hauling him closer and grabbing a handful of cock.
    Still, he’d surprised her by asking. The tentative nature of his voice relaxed her a little. He was as uncertain as she. “I do. But it’s two days before the funeral. It would look bad. Everyone will only say how much like her I am.” She shuddered.
    He caressed her cheek, sliding his palm down to cradle the side of her neck. When he spoke, his voice was gentle. “You’re nothing like her, Ava. That you’re here, that you’re actually thinking about how your actions might affect others shows that. But I understand your discomfort. We can stay here. I can make dinner and drinks. Or you can sleep.”
    “My internal clock is off. I’m dead tired, but not sleepy. I’m going to try to stay awake until at least nine or I’ll be all wonky tomorrow.” She’d been hoping an orgasm would help make her drowsy, but his presence lit her up like a Christmas tree.
    His smile was crooked, his eyes lit with something more than general amusement.
    “I can think of things we can do here.”
    “That so?”
    He kissed her again, his mouth warm and hungry as it settled over hers. She moaned, arching into his hold, which tightened around her, keeping her snug against him. Her hips jerked forward of their own accord when he sucked her tongue.
    Her nails dug into his shoulders as she opened to him, to the kiss, to the direction the day was taking.
    “I want you, Ava. Can I have you?” he panted as he broke the kiss.
    “God yes.”
    He smiled, sliding his hands along the edge of her pants, along her waist, leaving goose bumps in his wake.
    “You feel good,” he murmured, kissing her neck. “Smell good. Taste good.” As he spoke, he backed her against the dresser. “I’ve been hard since the moment your name came up earlier today.”
    Huh? “It’s very hard to follow what you’re saying when …” Oh yes yes yes.
    He slid a hand down the front of her jeans—thank God they were loose—and into her panties. She gasped when he slid the pad of his middle finger along her labia and then between, against wet, sensitive, already swollen flesh.
    “You drive me crazy. You know that? Widen your stance, baby. Yes, like that so I can get at your pussy better.”
    Hoo boy.
    He petted her clit and she hissed, her hips jutting forward. “Mmm, you need this don’t you? Shhh, let me give it to you. Take the edge off.”
    “I just had it,” she murmured, letting him lever her back a little so he could pull her T-shirt up, exposing her breasts.
    “Pierced. I need to see up close.” He licked over each nipple, all as he continued to finger her. “You just had it? What does that mean? God I love these.” He worshipped her nipples as she struggled to form a coherent sentence.
    “An orgasm. But this is better.” She gasped when he bit her nipple, moaning when it was hard enough to bring the edge of pain. And then he squeezed her clit between slippery fingers. Anything else she was going to say was lost as