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lace. Lurching slightly, Anjuli drew nearer, eyes on Rob’s erection. His didn’t waver from her breasts and her nipples tightened in response. Kissing and sucking them had been one of his favourite ways to make them both hot.
    Anjuli took his hand and put it on her breast. “Take me to bed.”
    “No, lass.” Husky words, spoken quickly.
    “Please Rob, I want you so much,” she whispered, pulling his head down. She pressed her lips to his, stroked into his mouth, teasing his tongue until he groaned and kissed her back. Yes!
This
was what she needed. Rob’s silky hair under her fingers, his hard body against hers. His mouth devouring hers, erasing everything but frantic need. She wanted him to make her forget her sorrow, if only for a few moments.
    The same hands that had tried to set her away tightened and crushed her closer, grinding soft curves against hard ridges. He stole her breath and returned it, heating her until she was burning, desperate for him to penetrate her body the way he did her dreams.
    His voice was thick with urgency. “Where?”
    Tuxedo jacket, shirt, skirt, trousers. A clothing trail to Anjuli’s bedroom, left behind as they kissed and stroked, tugged and tore and discarded. The room tilted, or maybe it was her, then the heady scent of Rob’s naked flesh was in her nostrils, the taste of his skin on her lips. She licked his shoulder, savouring the texture of firm, rippling muscles against her tongue.
    Rob’s hands strummed her thighs and spread her legs. She was slick with need, cleaving to his touch, sighing with pleasure as he explored her slowly, deliberately. Once, twice...ten excruciating strokes, until she begged him for more. She needed him closer, deeper within her.
    “Inside me,” she demanded, raking her nails down his back.
    Her heart pumped so loudly she was only vaguely aware of him fitting on a condom, until she glanced down and couldn’t concentrate on anything else. She stared at his cock in wonder. Long and thick, exactly as she remembered, his engorged crown flushed a darker tone than the rest of him. Even covered in thin latex she could feel the thick vein pumping along the side of his scorching shaft.
    Would she dissolve the moment he entered her, or shatter like breaking glass?
    Anjuli rotated her palm around his root and he made another strangled noise, sucking her nipple so hard she gasped. The sound of her name, deep and hoarse, resonated in the muffled acoustics of her bedroom. Anjuli tried to speak and couldn’t, her vocal chords only vibrating with the husky cadence of her moans.
    With a low groan Rob rose over her, pausing for a brief moment to kiss her lips before he found her entrance. There was nothing slow or sensual in his thrust, nothing hesitant, and no allowances made for his size and girth. He sought her core like a man long denied sustenance. Hungrily. Desperately. Needing to fuse every inch of his skin with hers and seal himself inside.
    His lips were hard and demanding, his hands hot on her flesh. Fast and deep, he took her to the brink, teasing her until she pleaded with him to give her the release she needed, the pleasure that would take away her pain. He withdrew, poised and throbbing between her thighs.
    “Don’t stop,” Anjuli panted, bucking her hips to make him slide back in. “Hold me.”
    “I’m no’ letting you go,” he said, punctuating his words with a slow, sensual thrust. “No’ this time.”
    Over and over he repeated his promise, until his voice cut through Anjuli’s whisky-swamped brain and his words turned her heaven into horror. Her mind cleared and sharpened. She wanted him more than she ever had, wanted to rejoice that they had found each other, yet she couldn’t.
    Rob repeated his promise, so sweet, so bitter. Too late. Eight years had passed and now...She didn’t deserve a second chance to be happy. Not anymore. Anguish tore through her with every thrust of his hips.
    How could sorrow co-exist with ecstasy, and