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His heart was racing, his body was working up one hell of a sweat, but he was determined to give her a second orgasm before he was done.

And when she came. When she shouted out his name. When she arched her back and sent him deeper, then he finally knew he could let go the same as her.

That he could be free and they could fall together.

He just hoped he could catch her on the way down.

Or maybe she could catch him because what should have been simple turned out not to be that way in the least.

15

PROUD OF HERSELF

“That was wonderful,” Tasha said, her breath escaping her lungs in a rush as if she’d just sprinted a marathon in record time. “I’m so relaxed now.”

Baker had rolled off of her seconds ago, flopped on his back, his arms out, his eyes closed, his breathing as haggard as hers.

“Glad you are,” he said, his voice laced with humor. “You’re a lot of work. That was hard.”

She pushed at his arm, feeling much less nervous now that they had just finished blowing the other’s minds.

She’d been working herself up for days after they agreed to spend time together without having Micah around as a shield for her to hide behind.

Hell, half the time she almost didn’t care that her son was sleeping across the house and would have taken Baker to her room and locked them in.

People did it all the time.

She was only human.

“Sorry. It’s been a while. I’ve been trying to get off for a week hoping I wouldn’t be that worked up.”

“What?” he asked, turning his head.

“You heard me. I haven’t had sex in years. And well, I didn’t want to be done so fast. Or be tight. Guess it didn’t help me any.”

He groaned. “What have you been doing to yourself?”

She sat up and rather than reach for her clothing on the floor, stood up naked and proud, then walked to her bathroom, but stopped to turn and look at him over her shoulder. “You’re just going to have to guess.”

She cleaned up, washed her hands and came out, then let him go in after her while she dressed.

Now that that was out of the way, she should feel more comfortable around him. More relaxed.

But she was only on edge.

What did they do with the rest of the day? Was he going to just go on his way? Would they talk some more like they’d been doing?

It wasn’t like he only came over to make out with her.

She felt she was learning more about him whenever they were together.

Foods they liked, vacation places they’d been to, types of movies and TV they watched.

The bathroom door opened, and Baker walked out completely naked and unbothered. He was confident, moving with that easy swagger that made her pulse skip. He crossed the room toward the pile of his shorts and underwear on the floor.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, glancing back at her. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

She shook her head so fast her hair whipped around her face. The fact that he even asked—that he cared enough to check—said everything.