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      Ivy stepped into Dillon’s room. The light beside the bed was on, but he wasn’t lying there.

      Her eyes were drawn to the curtains blowing in the open French doors. Dillon stood on the balcony, his back to her, leaning on the edge. He wore nothing but a pair of loose silk pajama bottoms.

      She walked up behind him, and though she didn’t make a sound, he sensed her there.

      “You lost?” he asked, not turning around.

      Lost?

      She’d been lost for the last ten years and was only now beginning to realize it.

      “No,” she told him, hearing a quiver in her voice. Everything about him, about being close to him, both frightened and excited her. “For the first time in a long time I know exactly where I am.”

      He just stood there, facing the ocean. She knew what he was waiting for. He wanted her to make the first move. He needed that validation.

      The idea gave her an unfamiliar but exhilarating sense of power.

      She stepped up behind him and lightly touched his bare back. He didn’t tense, didn’t flinch, as though he’d been expecting it. She flattened her hands, smoothed her palms across warm skin, feeling only lean muscle underneath. His back rose and fell steadily as he breathed, while her own breath seemed to be coming faster. She could feel the steady beat of his pulse while her own fluctuated wildly, knocking around inside of her chest like a Mexican jumping bean.

      She slipped her hands around to rest over his solid abdomen just above his waistband, and felt the muscles contract. She pressed her cheek to his back, breathed in the scent of his skin, felt that rush of familiarity pour over her.

      His hands didn’t stray from their perch on the railing but he said, “You’re trembling.”

      “I’m scared,” she admitted and she let her hands wander higher, across his chest.

      “No reason to be scared.”

      She had every reason to be scared, to be terrified, even.

      She was falling for him again. She was falling for a man she knew she could never have. They were stuck in a hopeless situation. A vicious cycle of piss-poor timing.

      But she’d come too far to stop now. She was going through with this. She’d never wanted anything more.

      She undid the tie on her robe and let it fall to the balcony floor, then pressed the length of her naked body against him. He sucked in a breath and groaned somewhere deep inside. She could feel it rumble through him, through muscle and skin into her breasts and her fingers and the curve of her belly.

      They stood that way for several minutes, neither moving or making a sound. It was…nice, but she wasn’t looking for nice. She wanted fantastic. She wanted mind-blowing, rip-roaring ecstasy.

      She dragged her nails lightly down his chest, from his shoulders all the way to his waistband, felt him tense. He was trying to be strong, trying to milk this for all he could but she could feel him losing it. And she liked it. She liked being the one in control.

      She continued her exploration downward, just below his silky waistband, teased him there. “You told me you don’t wear pajamas.”

      His reply came out breathy and uneven. “I lied.”

      “I know you want me. Are you going to make me beg?”

      She could swear she felt him smile. “That’s not a problem, is it?”

      He turned abruptly, and before she knew it she was in his arms. Body to body, soul to soul. Then he was kissing her. And, oh, did he know how to kiss. He took control, possessed her. If he had wanted her to be the aggressor in this scenario, that moment had passed.

      And what gave him the right? What if she wanted to be the one calling the shots for a change?

      His hands wandered down her back, over her behind, his erection long and hard between them behind the slippery silk. He cupped her backside and squeezed so she bit his lip. Hard.

      He gasped and jerked and for a second she thought she’d gone too far.

      “Did I hurt you?”

      His lids were heavy, eyes glassy and unfocused as he gazed down at her. “Yeah, but I liked it.”

      So she did it again. She wrapped her hands around his head, pulled him down for a kiss, and sank her teeth into his lower lip. Dillon groaned and tunneled his fingers through her hair, fisted his hands in it. He pulled her head back to look at her, hovering on the line between pain and pleasure. This time there was a smile on his face. “I’m not sure what happened to you in the past ten years, but I like it.”

      “It gets better.” She reached into his pajama bottoms and circled a hand around his erection. He mumbled a curse and his eyes rolled up. But when she tried to pull the pajamas down she only got them halfway past his hips before he caught her hand.

      “We’re outside,” he reminded her.

      She knew that. And to top it all off the light from the bedroom was silhouetting their bodies quite clearly.

      “Oh, yeah?” She shook off his hand and shoved his pajamas the rest of the way down. “What’s your point?”

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