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Her eyes filled despite her best effort to stop them.
“Hey.” His thumbs moved gently across her cheeks. “Don’t cry. I never want to be the reason you cry.” He searched her face. “I want to try, Blair. Really try. I’m going to show you that.”
She pressed her forehead against his chest and let out a slow breath. “I missed you so much,” she said quietly, her voice catching.
“I missed you too.” He eased back just enough to lift her face to his. “I’m crazy about you. I think you know that.”
He kissed her softly at first, giving her the chance to pull back. She didn’t. She slid her arms around his waist and kissed him back with everything she’d been holding onto since the night he walked out her door,all the hurt and the missing him and the wanting this to work, and she felt him pull her closer like he understood every bit of it.
He lifted his lips from hers, forehead dropping to hers.
“I need you,” he said quietly.
“I need you too.” She took his hand and led him toward the stairs, turning on the third step to face him.
He reached for the hem of her scrubs top and pulled it over her head, then pushed her pants down. He kissed her again, slow and deep, and when he unclasped her bra and let it fall she felt the warmth of his hands moving over her like he had all the time in the world. His mouth moved along her collarbone, down her chest, and when he drew a nipple between his lips she gripped his hair and held on.
His hand slid down and beneath the waistband of her panties, fingers moving between her legs.
“You’re wet,” he murmured against her skin.
“Yes. Hud, please.”
“I plan on it.” He stepped back and pushed her panties down, then looked at her for a long moment. “You are so beautiful.”
He kissed her again and when he leaned into her she sat on the step and reached for his jeans, unsnapping them and pulling the zipper down. She slid her hand inside, wrapped it around him, and he groaned. She pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down and took him into her mouth, his fingers tightening in her hair.
After a moment he stepped back. “I need to be inside you.”
He spread her legs and settled between them, easing into her slowly until he couldn’t go further.
“God, you feel good,” he breathed.
He began to move and she moved with him, her hands gripping his back. She wanted him to go faster and yet she wanted it to last, and when she couldn’t take the tension anymore she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in hard. He understood immediately, his hips driving against hers until she was right on the edge, and when he reached between them and touched her she came apart completely, his name tearing out of her. He followed seconds later, groaning against her lips as he pulsed inside her.
He rested his forehead against hers, catching his breath.
“Damn,” he murmured.
“Yeah.” She laughed softly, then stilled. “Hud. You didn’t wear a condom.”
He closed his eyes. “Hell. I’m sorry. I just—” He shook his head. “You go to my head. Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
“Then we’re okay. I always use one, Blair. Always. That’s never happened before.”
She smoothed her hand along his jaw. “It’s okay. Come upstairs. We can shower.”
He straightened and reached for his jeans, pulling them up and fastening them. Then he went quiet in a way she recognized.
“I can’t stay tonight.”
Blair went still.
She sat up slowly and looked at him. “What did you just say?”
“Blair—”
