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He beat feet to his bedroom and hastily deposited her on the mattress. Hooking his hands into the waistband of her yoga pants, he stripped her with the finesse of an overeager adolescent about to experience his first lay. In fact, he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt this frenzied, this anxious, to get between a woman’s thighs. Dropping his sweats, Rya
Aiden grabbed her ankles and pulled her closer. The movement splayed her hair across his pillow like a fiery halo. Fucking beautiful . . . He lowered himself over her and took her mouth in a branding kiss that spoke the words failing him. His muscles shook with the force of his restraint. Fear of hurting her was the only thing holding him back from plunging deep inside her and chasing his release. It wouldn’t be much of a race. Already the tightening low in his groin, the tingling at the base of his spine, warned him he was close. The moisture beading at the head of his cock wept for mercy.
Rya
Nothing in his life felt as right as this moment. His world might be crumbling down around him, but as long as he had Rya
His name was a broken plea on her lips as her release gripped him tight, sending them both over the edge. He came hard, the harsh bark of rapture ripping from his throat as a violent torrent of pleasure shuddered through him, each wracking spasm of her body milking his release until he collapsed over her, utterly spent and deliciously sated in a way he’d never felt before.
Not yet ready to leave her, he rolled onto his back, bringing Rya
He’d faced countless opponents in the cage. He was about to take on one of the most dangerous men in New York, and yet no one could make him feel as weak and vulnerable as this midge of a woman gri
CHAPTER
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The muffled sound of voices coming from the other room woke Rya
She climbed out of bed and found her yoga pants and panties in a pile on the floor. After pulling them on, she stood there a moment looking for her shirt and bra until she remembered where they were. Shit . . . Lord, she hoped Aiden had picked up their clothes before letting in whoever was out there. Having little choice, she crossed the room to his dresser and pulled open the top drawer. Socks and boxers—not go
Her flaming, Medusa-like hair wasn’t doing the look any favors. Rya
“Morning, Gingersnap . . .”
Oh, merciful God in Heaven, please no . . . Rya
Controlled and sophisticated, his appearance hinted at nothing of the man seething beneath all that refinement—until he flashed her that devilish grin over his cup of coffee. And just like that, the butterflies woke, battering their way into her chest. He was breathtakingly handsome, but not in that badass, panty-dropping way she was used to. No, this version of Aiden was untouchably rich and powerfully intimidating—their differences in class made all the more acute by her disheveled appearance and braless state, wearing a T-shirt that hung down her thighs.
“Rya
“We’ve met,” she said drily, stepping forward.
“Not officially . . .” the fighter chimed in. A smug, amused grin tugged at the scar on his cheek.
Yep, her shirt, bra, and his T-shirt were still scattered on the dining room floor. He could have at least picked them up before his friend came over, but hey, if he wanted to flaunt their sexcapade, then that was his prerogative. She refused to be embarrassed about it. As she moved through the living room and Aiden got a good look at her, his amber eyes sparkled with mischievous humor. Then that smile split into a full-on heart-stopping grin. “I like the shirt,” he said into his mug before taking a sip.
“Thanks.” Standing up straight with her head held high, Rya