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“Tell me no.” When
she refused to speak, he pushed two fingers inside her.
    Her legs buckled and she would’ve screamed, but he
chose that moment to release her neck and thrust four fingers of that hand into
her mouth. She gagged, and he slammed into her pussy, his fingers thick,
painful, and so fucking good inside her.
    Sound gurgled in her throat. They locked eyes, no
one looking away as he finger-fucked her with hard strokes, working her cunt
like he owned it.
    “ Ung . Ung .” Fuck, Reno wasn’t easing up. He held her immobile, fingers punishing as he
thrusting into her over and over. Her body quaked, moisture spilled down her
thighs, and he inhaled.
    “I can fucking smell you,” he snarled. “Shall I tell you what you smell like, Indy? Or how
about how tight you are?” He licked her neck. “No one’s been where I’ve been. I
know it, and you know it.” His thumb zeroed in on her clit and pressed down
hard.
    A scream formed in her throat. The fingers in her
mouth stifled it and obstructed her breathing. She couldn’t think. Reno was
touching her. Once again, his hands were on her body, and like all the other
times before, she was coming out of her skin from pleasure. His fingers sank
deep, scraped her g-spot, then twisted and retreated. She whimpered, pleading
with her eyes. She tried to spread her thighs wider, get him to go deeper, but
he was having none of it. He tunneled into her while his thumb worked her clit,
and she clung to him like a drowning victim. Time and place fell away, and they
were them, Reno and Indy, loving on each other like they’d always done. As if she hadn’t fucked up, hadn’t sent him away to get caught in
another woman’s web. Her eyes burned. The tears fell, and the fingers
inside her twisted. The nail of his thumb scraped her clit, and she fell into
the orgasm, clutching the front of his shirt, crying openly.
    He held her. The fingers in her mouth disappeared,
going to her nape. Indy took a breath. Her limbs shook, her pussy contracting around
his retreating fingers, and she smelled him. The familiar
Reno scent, nothing exotic, only Irish Spring and hot skin, but it was his. His scent, so she loved it.
    Like she loved him.
    She jerked away.
    “Jesus Christ!” She pushed him and clutched the edge
of the sink for support. “Damn it, Reno.”
    “Don’t say it’s a mistake.”
    “Of course it’s a mistake.” She turned away from
him, staring at her sweaty face in the mirror. Goddamn, one look at her and
Jarvis would know she’d been finger-fucked to orgasm in the bathroom. She wet
her fingers and teased at her hair.
    “You didn’t answer my question,” Reno said.
    She barked a laugh. “Did you expect me to?” She
faced him. “Jesus, Reno. You bring her here, to where I am. Where we are.” She motioned between
them. “What did you expect?”
    “I expect the truth,” he said softly. “I expect for
once you’ll stop hiding from me, stop pushing me away, and admit you missed me,
that you didn’t want me to go.” He closed his eyes briefly then opened them. “I
expect you to say you’re glad I’m back and you love me now, like you loved me
then.”
    She stared at him, into his sad eyes, and her chest
hurt. “I could say all that, yes.”
    “Would it be the truth?”
    “Reno.” She moved into his space and cupped his
cheek. “You obviously care for that girl waiting patiently for you out there.
You brought her home to meet the parents.” Something she’d never done despite
all the times he’d begged. “You’re planning to go with her to New York.” She
smiled when his eyes widened. “Yes, I know all about that, and I’m telling you,
it doesn’t matter what I do or don’t feel. Jenna is here.” She tugged on her
skirt. “Ask me again when she’s not in the picture.”
    Checking one last time to make sure she looked
halfway decent, she walked out the bathroom and headed to face Jarvis.
     

Chapter Four
     
    He didn’t want to wash his