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“You've forgiven me way too easy.” She pushed one finger against his chest until he backed away. “Let me at least show you how I planned to apologize.”

“You don't need to apologize, baby.”

“Yes I do.” His breathing was harsh, desire darkening his gaze to sapphire. “Sit.”

He complied, settling into the chair behind him. His body was taut, his arousal easily defined strained against the fabric of his jeans. Turning away, she unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall to the floor. With a slight wiggle of her hips, the skirt followed. The light blue silk of her body glove caressed her skin, its erotic touch fueling her need. She knew without looking that his eyes traveled over every curve of her body.

She turned slowly to face him. She wanted to see his expressions, wanted to experience his desire for her through his reactions. Each tiny clasp of her bodice popped free as she moved her fingers down the long row. His eyes followed her fingers' movements, and he shifted in the chair, hands gripping at the armrests rhythmically.

Exhilarated, she moved closer, slowly. Heat ran through her body like warm water, pooling in her belly, dampening the lace thong that teased her sensitized flesh with every step. She pulled the straps off her shoulder and the silky material dropped lower, catching on her distended nipples.

When she moved within reach, he shifted forward in the chair and ran his hand up the back of her thigh. With firm pressure, he lifted her leg. Placing her foot on the chair next to his knee, he trailed heated kisses over the stocking covering her leg, unsnapping the garter ribbons to remove the article with slow deliberation. His mouth burned a meticulous path, so hot, so sweet.

“Come here.” He punctuated the words by sliding a finger under her thong and along her wet center. Dividing her slick folds, he pushed his middle finger into her throbbing channel.

She cried out as waves of pleasure shot through her. Then his thumb pressed against her clit and her legs weakened. “Shawn.”

He smiled up at her. “Apology accepted. I want you, baby. Now.”

“Not just yet.” It took extreme effort to move away from his touch, but she shifted back and dropped to her knees. This was her apology and she'd planned each step in her mind. She wasn't about to let him take control of the situation…until she was ready. Sliding her hands up his concrete thighs, she unbuckled his belt and tugged it free. She kissed his chest, lapping at his pebble-hard nipples in turn as she freed the buttons on his jeans. The hot, salty taste of his skin infused her mouth, and she moaned against his rapid heartbeat.

He shifted, letting her tug his pants down, and she inhaled deeply as his cock sprang free. It slid smooth along her cleavage as she worked his jeans the rest of the way down and tossed them aside. When she looked up, his eyes were closed, his head tipped back against the cushion. The way he arched his hips up from the seat spoke volumes about what he craved. And she was all about what he needed.

Rubbing her breasts along the entire length of his cock, she pressed them tightly, jerking up and down until he reached for her. His lips found hers and he guided her up to straddle his hips. He was wild then, hunger burning evident in every movement. He delved into her mouth with his tongue, possessing her, demanding more.

“Condom,” she breathed.

He nodded, his eyelids heavy. “Wallet.”

She fumbled with his discarded pants and found the wallet. Tact fled. All that mattered was having him. Her body was on fire. She wanted to feel him inside her and she shifted back so she could reach him, tearing the foil wrapper with her teeth. Unrolling the thin barrier, she covered him slowly, enjoying the way his body tensed under her touch.

“Damn,” he panted. “You're killing me here.”

“That's the idea.” She felt the same way. She didn't want to play anymore. Shifting, she settled herself on his cock, taking just the head before his fingers bit into her hips, refusing to let her take more.

“Wait. Look at me. I still love you, Mi.” Her core clenched, and he moaned in response. “I want you so bad right now it hurts. But I want all of you, not just this.”

Tears burned at the corners of her eyes. She'd made so many mistakes. From thinking life outside of Dead End would be better, to hurting the only man she'd ever loved. But no more. Today she'd start setting the past to rights. “I'm not going anywhere this time. No more running.”

It was all the motivation he seemed to need. His fingers curved around the back of her neck, pulling her flush against him for a sweet, powerful kiss. “Good.”

The contact was almost as powerful as the overwhelming sensation as he entered her. He went slowly, bringing her down with excruciating ease until she felt too full, too stretched by the sheer size of him.

Then he held her there. Her body molded to his, shards of pleasure-pain racking her until she drenched him with her need. His words were hot against her skin when he spoke. “Tell me you love me.”

She bit back a sob. It was all so intense. His possession, the look in his eyes, the need raging through her. Yes, she loved him. He pumped into her several times, only to bury himself inside her again and wait. “Tell me.”

She let her head fall back and luxuriated in the sensations coursing through her. He wanted to make her say it, and she wanted nothing more than to say it. But this strong man possessed her already, and she was going to reap the benefits of his play for power.

She leaned forward, quickening the pace on his cock until he groaned and thrust upwards. She bit his earlobe then sucked away any pain she'd caused before whispering, “Make me tell you.”

He growled and lifted her from the seat. Keeping his cock buried deep inside her, he walked them toward the bedroom. Halfway down the hall, he slammed her back against the wall, pumping up into her with long hard strokes. His body moved in such perfect rhythm that she felt the first waves of an orgasm tighten. She gripped his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist, begging him not to stop. But he did.

He pulled out, almost completely, the head of his cock barely breaching her opening. He rocked his hips quickly so his cock slid along her folds but didn't come into her. “Are you ready to tell me now?”

She shook her head, unable to hide a smile. “No.”

“You will.” Without giving her a chance to respond, he slid her back down onto his cock and walked the rest of the way to the bedroom. Collapsing on top of her on the soft bed, he gave no quarter, bringing her close to orgasm, so that her body tightened and bucked beneath him. Then he stopped again. “Tell me.”

Miya panted—she couldn't take any more. “I love you, Shawn.”

She was rewarded with a flurry of sharp, deep thrusts that stoked the raging fire inside her to an inferno. He sucked at her nipples, nipping to the point of pain. “Say it again,” he rasped.

“I love you. I always have. Always will.”

With a deep growl, he plunged into her, rocking his hips fast and hard, giving her exactly what she wanted, what she needed to end the exquisite torture. She cried as the pulses of the orgasm gripped every muscle. It burned a path up through her spine and made her legs shake. Instinct had her arched up off the bed to receive every last thrust he offered.

Shawn's ragged yell matched hers, and she felt the swell of his cock as they reached the pinnacle together. The intensity of his release extended her own, drawing on the last spasms rocking her core until she didn't think she could take any more.

When her breathing slowed, she ran her fingers down his back. His arms tightened around her and she kissed the sweat-damp skin of his neck. Bracing his elbows alongside her head, he met her gaze.

The lightest brush of his lips moved over her brow. “It's so good to have you home again.”

“I'm not scared of this life anymore. It's what was always waiting for me. I guess I just had to see some of the not-so-fantastic world and come home to you before I realized what I really wanted.”

He rolled her until they were side by side, keeping her close. “And?”

“You are what I want, Shawn.” A tear pushed its way free and slid down her cheek. “It will always be you that will bring me home.”

“That's my girl.”

About the Author

Candi Wall is probably the only person whose real name is more epic than any pseudonym she could have come up with—even as an author! She writes because the voices in her head have to come out somehow. Animal rescue-ess (yes, six years as an Animal Control Officer, and six rescue critters later), mother of four, and soccer mom by day, she spends her free time writing—often on napkins at kids' games because she never knows when a juicy story will reveal its delicious self. She once wrote a sex scene at a wrestling meet. Shhhhhh!

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Bring Me Home

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