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She nipped his neck, her teeth leaving a bite, enough of a sting to send his need through the roof.
    “ Fuck . You want it. You got it,” he snarled and slammed into her without waiting for her to come.
    She did anyway, crying his name as he shoved one final time and came, his sight going blurry as he let go of everything and basked in the pleasure of her warm, welcoming body.
    He’d never come so hard before, or so violently. At the thought, he froze. She’d been with him every step of the way—angry, horny, desperate for something out of reach… Hadn’t she?
    Ragged nails stroked the back of his neck as she kissed her way up his throat. “Angry sex. Hmm. I think I like it.”
    He sagged against her. “Fuck. I’m sorry, Gwen. I should have—”
    “Worn a condom, but we talked about safe sex already. It was inevitable, I guess.” She laughed against his neck.
    He hugged her tighter, light-headed with relief that she wasn’t upset. “God. You destroy me, you know that? I’m an ass, a total dickhead, and instead of making me leave, you started a bigger fight. You got me so that I wanted nothing more than to fuck you senseless.”
    “Mission accomplished.” She nuzzled him. “Who won?”
    He flinched when her lips moved over a sensitive part of his throat. “Did you bite me?”
    “Yep. Nice mark you have there.” She chuckled, then groaned. “You’re sliding out of me, aren’t you?”
    “Yeah.” He sighed and withdrew, looking for something to wipe her up with.
    She found a towel and cleaned them both, not speaking. Once she’d set her clothes to rights, she met his apology head-on.
    “You had something you were saying?”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Yeah, you are. Sorry for involving yourself in your sister’s mess. Sorry for taking it out on me.”
    “Guilty.” He smiled, more than satisfied at how their evening had panned out.
    Her eyes narrowed. “But not too sorry about coming inside me.”
    “Hell, no. You felt like hot silk. I get hard, thinking about what we did last night. Now, knowing how you feel around me when I’m coming? I’m never going to be flaccid again.”
    She laughed. “ Flaccid . Haven’t heard that one in casual conversation in a while. And Mia made fun of me for using quagmire .”
    He pulled her in for a kiss and a hug.
    She drew back and braced a hand on his chest. “Now hold on. I thought you came for dinner.”
    “Actually, I came for dessert, but we had that first.”
    “I knew that was a euphemism.”
    He grinned. “Euphemism is another gold-star word. Let’s see if I can top that one.”
    “Sure thing. Put that in with all the groveling you’re going to do for sexing me up after making me livid.”
    “Quite the brouhaha, eh?”
    She made a face. “Really? Brouhaha? That’s pushing it.”
    “Yeah. I know. But I love that word. Brouhaha. A cacophony of violence and—”
    “Just stop, wordsmith. It’s time to eat. And for screwing me against the wall in my kitchen , you have dish duty.”
    “And more dessert,” he said as she wriggled away from him. “That’s not a euphemism this time. I brought the makings for hot fudge sundaes.”
    She turned to stare at him with wide eyes and brought her hands to her heart. “I think I love you.”
    His chest felt tight as a part of him wanted to take the words seriously. Considering he was already starting to lean away from affection into serious crushing, her loving him would be more than welcome. Reciprocating that love with Gwen wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. He swallowed hard. Far from it.
    “But before you get giddy on me,” she warned, “let’s return to the topic at hand. How you’re going to tell your sister you might have permanently ruined her chances with her baby’s daddy without sending a pregnant woman into hysterics.”
    He swore under his breath.
    “Best case, she loves you for your loyalty and for saying what she couldn’t.”
    “Hell,” he swore again. “Worst case, she