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A rough laugh left her chest. “Guys say anything when they want sex.”

“I want it all.”

She shook her head, her expression heartbreaking. “No one can have everything. Tyler, seriously, you’re delusional if you—”

He covered her mouth with his, delving, tasting. Sometimes, there was only one way to shut a woman up. 

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Tyler's lips covered hers and Lexi found herself giving over to the sensation. His tongue swept inside and stroked, deeper, and the kisses blended one to another. His mouth nibbled and sucked at her lips and her mind shut down, her body melting into Tyler’s as he pulled her closer with single-minded intent.

Her arms curled around his neck, her fingers plunged into his hair and held tight while Tyler’s hands slipped inside the loose front of the beautiful gown. He cupped her breasts and squeezed and she forced herself to bite back a moan. The dress pooled at her feet.

Tyler swung her up in his arms and in seconds he’d lowered her onto the sheets, removed her hose and the slinky underwear—a gift from Lily—and continued his wedding night seduction by kissing the skin revealed. She stared up at the ceiling and floated on a cloud of questionable desire. 

How could it be like this? How could he make her feel so much? Want the things she knew better than to believe in?

“Stay with me, sweetheart.”

The order was whispered against her skin as Tyler made his way up her body. Lexi closed her eyes, kept them closed, and let him kiss her, touch her as he wanted.

Tyler dropped kiss after kiss onto her body, each one threatening to be the one that made her heart skid out of control. She let her hands roam. Over the taut muscles of his shoulders, the velvety soft skin of his ribs, down to his belt and the front of his suit pants. She hesitated there, then pulled, unbuckling, unsnapping and unzipping, and drawing more than one frustrated chuckle from Tyler when her actions turned a wee bit rough in her effort to rid him of the clothing.

He had a light dusting of hair on his chest that trailed down his stomach, and she ran her fingers through it, then lower over the enviously flat plane of his stomach.

“I can’t wait to be inside you.”

Tyler brushed her hands aside and lowered himself onto her. But she strained off the bed, pushing against his shoulders until he lifted his head in question. Without a word, she pushed at him again, until Tyler rolled and settled onto his back. She wanted to be in charge now… Didn't want him giving all the orders. She shed at his clothing until he freed himself of it and tossed it aside.

“Now what, sweetheart?” he said. 

Tyler’s smile flashed bright in the room lit by a lamp and the light from the hall. His hair fell over his forehead and should have looked boyish, but he was all man, reminding her of a sexier Orlando Bloom after he’d gone pirate. With a heated glance that had her stomach coiling in an entirely sensual way, Tyler very deliberately drew her down, until she had to place one of her hands on his chest to stay balanced, over him.

“What are you thinking?”

She wouldn’t look at him. “Who wants to think?”

She shifted and settled her leg firmly over his hips, smiled when she saw him tense and move his hands to grip her thighs. Lexi heard the rasp of his breath when she lowered her head to kiss him, closed her eyes and nudged her lower body in perfect position to take him within her.

“Look at me.”

The husky order couldn’t be ignored. Lexi lifted her heavy lids and found herself snared by Tyler’s green gaze. Her breath froze in her lungs until she glanced away, distracting herself and him by moving on him until she found rhythm. His hands tried to slow her fast pace and she pulled them away, curling her fingers through his and pressing them to the bed. To do so meant hovering over Tyler even more and she tilted her head back when his mouth found her breast. He teased her with the promise of what awaited them, sharpening her awareness of where they joined and how it felt to be Tyler’s wife. But then the panic came, washed over her like a wave and sucked her out to sea.

Lexi pulled away and shoved herself upright, the act drawing a groan of pleasure from Tyler when the angle and her weight drove him deeper.

“Lexi…sweetheart, come here.”

Lexi shook her head and kept up the pace. Over and over again she plunged her hips down on him, feeling the tension within her grow and expand, knowing he watched her, hearing the words he murmured. She could feel him, touch him, taste him. The tension crested sharply within her and she bit her lip hard to stifle the cry of pleasure ripping from her throat. So good, so good.

Tyler’s hands gripped her hips to keep up the pace, grinding her against him until she had another climax and he found release. Gasping, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat, she collapsed onto his chest, then rolled to the bed beside him.

He pulled her to him and kissed her hard, “Stop worrying, baby. We're going to be okay. Three of us. I love you, Lexi,” 

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Tyler was coming home today. 

Lexi smoothed her hand over her hair and knew she needed a trim. Sighing, she rubbed her forehead. She’d call and make an appointment later. She pulled into her driveway, then saw Tyler's rented sedan and the nerves she’d fought all day returned.

Don’t be stupid. You’ve talked to him every day this week, sometimes two or three times a day.

Their conversations had covered what she’d eaten and how many times she’d been sick, their favorite television shows, stupid stuff that happened during the day, work and everything in between. She liked his nighttime calls the best. In the dark of the bedroom, she snuggled beneath her cool sheets and pictured Tyler in his office, the computer light glaring, his desk overloaded and a mess, those goofy, black-rimmed glasses he sometimes wore to read perched on his nose.

They'd talked frequently when they were friends, but it was much different this time. She was always looking forward to hearing his husky voice, counting on those calls and on him. It was so easy to lie in the dark and talk to him.