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  Keith chuckled and climbed to his feet. He met her gaze and slowly ran his tongue around his mouth, as if savoring the taste of her on his lips. “So, I guess the remodeling job is mine now, huh?”

  The smile on her face died, and if she’d had the strength, she would’ve kicked him in the nuts. Arrogant jackass. She closed her still quivering thighs and climbed down with as much dignity as possible. “Guess that’ll depend on what the other contractors have to offer.”

  That wiped the smirk off his face. He grabbed her upper arms and trapped her against the sink, his mouth a thin angry line. She recognized the look and got a silent thrill from it—jealousy. Keith had never been able to stand the thought of her with anyone else, and the knowledge that it still bothered him was heady. She grew hot again just thinking about what he’d done to her minutes ago.

  “I know you, Laney. You’re not the casual sex type.”

  She lifted her chin a notch. “Maybe I’ve changed.”

  He didn’t so much as blink. She glared up at him in silent defiance—more turned on than she’d thought possible after the mind-blowing orgasm he’d just delivered.

  Keith brought his mouth down on her with crushing force. Instinct brought her arms around his neck as a low moan reverberated in her throat. She stood naked except for the bra dangling from her shoulders.

  With a growl, he swept her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He dropped her on the bed and in record time, kicked off his shoes and tore off his socks and shirt. He stood before her, his expression fierce, his hands on the fly of his jeans. “You don’t really think I’d let another man have you now, do you?”

  Laney watched, more torn than she’d ever been as he unzipped his pants and removed the rest of his clothing. His words excited her as much as they angered her. Clearly, his possessive nature hadn’t changed. But her stubborn streak reared its head, and she scrambled backward as he set a knee on the bed.

  Keith grabbed her foot and pulled her back, pinning her beneath him.

  “Damn it, let me up,” she demanded, attempting to buck him off. The big jerk had her flat on her back, spread-eagled, both her wrists bound above her head.

  “Not a chance,” he growled, grasping her face with gentle care. “We belong together.”

  He captured her lips again, and Laney melted, helpless against his seductive assault. No man had ever held such power over her, and she hated him for that. She also wanted him so badly she burned with it, desperate to feel him inside her. It’d been so damn long…

  His grip slackened, releasing her wrists. Laney worked her hand between them and wrapped her shaking fingers around his rock-hard erection. He groaned against her mouth then tore his lips free and leaned back just enough so that the head of his cock barely rested against her hot, wet core.

  The tease.

  Purring her frustration, she ran a calf suggestively up the back of his thigh, urging him closer. She ran the pad of her thumb over his thick head, spreading a drop of dew around it, wringing another groan from him. “Come on, Keith, I know you want me, you’re as hard as a tire iron.” She lowered her voice to a seductive whisper. “Please, baby, I need to feel you inside me. Fuck me, Keith, it’s been so long. I’ve missed you so much. Haven’t you missed me, too? Just a little?”

  The admission came hard. Laney was as proud as she was stubborn. But the thought of losing this man again was unthinkable. Maybe they could work it out, maybe they couldn’t, but either way she wanted another chance with him.

  Her reasons for leaving him seemed small and insignificant now. He’d refused her financial help after losing his job, and she’d arranged with her father’s help for Keith to get offered a fantastic job with a major construction company. Unfortunately, Keith figured out who was behind the offer, and all hell had broken loose.

  They’d had the mother of all fights, Laney had packed her bags and stormed out, moving into her mother’s penthouse apartment downtown. That damn stubborn pride had prevented her from going back and making things right, and days turned into weeks, then months, and finally, almost two years.

  He swallowed hard and squeezed his eyes shut. “You have no idea how much I missed you, still miss you. I’ve dreamt about you every night since you left, Laney.”

  Smiling, she reached with her free hand to run her fingers through those gorgeous, inky-black curls. She was wet and throbbing, wanting nothing more than for him to sink himself deep inside her. “Please, can’t we do the talk thing later?” She stroked his cock up and down, on the brink of mindless desperation. “I can’t wait much longer.” She stroked all the way to the base of his cock, then cupped his balls, squeezing ever so gently.

  With a muttered curse, he grabbed her hands and pinned both her wrists above her head again, annoying her and exciting her at the same time. He found her swollen clit with his thumb and caressed slow circles while working one finger inside her slick passage. “I have to have more this time, Laney. No holding back. If we’re going to have a chance, I need all of you, sweetheart—mind, body, heart, and soul. And I need you to believe in me.”

  “I do, Keith. And…I love you. I’ve never stopped loving you,” she admitted before her stubborn pride had a chance to choke the words back.

  “Or I you, sweetheart. Now about that job…”

  Laney arched into him in silent offering. “Seems to me you should finish one job before starting another.”

  “Sounds like great advice.” Keith proved himself the only man for the job as he released her wrists and sank into her, sealing their fate for good this time.