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He lowered her onto the bed without breaking the kiss, and his mouth on hers was hard and hungry.

‘I thought …’ she gasped ‘… you weren’t home … until tomorrow.’

His lips found hers again. ‘I’m here now,’ he rasped against her.

As he carried her back towards the bed that was all that mattered.

His hands slid around her waist as his mouth came down on hers again, and the feel of his bare chest, hard against her breasts, was enough to banish the anxiety that had leapt in her—along with every other thought in her head that wasn’t concerned with the immediate need to wrap herself around him until there was no space left and the distance of the last one hundred and forty-eight days was forgotten.

None of it was as she’d planned. There was no champagne, no sexy silk nightdress, no sense of seduction, no conversation. Just skin and hands and a need so huge she felt as if it might break her wide open.

There would be a time for talking later. Tomorrow.

This was the best way she knew of bridging the spaces between them, of telling him what she wanted him to know, of reaching him.