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Her fingers on his dick nearly made him come before he’d even gotten started.
She guided him to her channel with one hand, cupped his ass with the other and brought him home.
She was so tight, so hot and wet, Reid couldn’t catch his breath.
Maliea pushed him away until the tip of his shaft was all that was inside her. Then she pulled him to her, hard and fast, repeating the process several times until he took over.
Reid rocked his hips, driving into her over and over, gaining speed with each thrust. Soon, he was pumping like a piston in a race car.
The more he fucked her, the closer he came, rising to the edge where he teetered for a moment, holding back as long as he could to savor every second of their connection.
He flew over the edge, his release rushing through him, his shaft throbbing against her channel all the way to the end.
Still buried deep inside her, he dropped down onto her, loving the feeling of his naked skin against hers. Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled them both onto their sides and held her close for several more minutes.
She kissed his lips, his chin, his neck.
He kissed her eyes, her nose, her mouth and sighed. “What just happened?”
She lay against the sheets, a sleepy smile curling her swollen lips. “We proved we’re alive.” Maliea brushed her fingers against his cheek. “Don’t worry. No strings attached. This doesn’t have to mean anything more than a physical release. Nothing else has changed.” She smiled up at him. “Now sleep.”
He stared down at her, wondering if she’d lost her mind.
To Reid, everything had changed.
CHAPTER 12
Maliea had never slept so well. For a few hours after making love with Reid, they lay in bed, cocooned in each other’s arms, skin to skin.
She’d never felt so protected, satisfied and cherished as she did wrapped in Reid’s embrace.
Yeah, it might only be for one night. She’d promised him no strings and wouldn’t expect him to make what they’d done anything more than what it was—one night of incredible, life-changing sex.
In the wee hours of the morning, Maliea left the bed, dressed in a long T-shirt and panties, and crossed the sitting room to check on Nani.
Her daughter slept on, unaware of the earth-shattering change in her mother’s world.
As Maliea stared down at her daughter, Reid joined her, dressed in boxer briefs. He slipped an arm around her waist, drew her body close to his and kissed her temple.
They didn’t say anything, just stood there looking at Nani.
For the first time since she’d given birth to Nani, Maliea could imagine what a real family would be like. She’d always provided the nurturing love and care for her daughter. Taylor had rarely contributed anything close to love and concern.
Yet, this man she’d known for such a very short time had shown her and her daughter more compassion than Taylor had in the three years of Nani’s life.
She could already sense how sad it would be when her troubles were resolved, and Reid went on to his next assignment. He had no reason to remain in their lives.
Pushing any future sadness aside, Maliea basked in the warmth of his body next to hers and the strength of his hand resting against the small of her back.
For the moment, she chose to pretend this fantasy was real. It gave her a brief burst of happiness when she’d been so mired in grief.
They returned to the other bedroom and crawled beneath the sheets.
Reid pulled her close, spooning her against his body, holding her gently in his arms.
Maliea fell asleep, warm, sated and desired.
Sun streamed through the windows of the French door, warming her face and nudging her awake.