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coat, his eyes never leaving my face.
    I found it hard to breathe as I watched him pull his tan shirt over his head and step out of his pants. He stood before me, completely at ease with his masculine nakedness.
    My eyes flew all over his body, not knowing where to land. His chest and abdominals were more defined and his arms were definitely larger, among other things that also seemed to have increased in size.
    I crawled over the bed and made my way to him, and with a saucy smile, I took hold of his penis and licked its tip.
    He drew in a breath and tangled his fingers in my hair.
    I took him into my mouth slowly, driving him crazy with anticipation. When his tip nudged my throat, I wound my fingers around the rest of him and began a gentle sucking and tugging motion.
    He looked at me, his blue eyes blazing with fierce desire and something else, something that looked like possessiveness. His fingers pushed at the back of my head, urging me to go deeper, faster. I was only too happy to oblige, enjoying the salty taste of him, the feel of his velvety skin against my tongue. I had dreamed of doing this very thing to him for months, but the reality was so much better.
    He tensed and pulled away abruptly, grabbing me by the shoulders and pulling me up and off the bed. He kissed me as he peeled the clothes away from my body with ferocity.
    Then he spun me around and bent me over the bed, and I felt the tip of his penis nudging at me a second before he slammed into me.
    I gave a shout at the exquisite invasion, at his forceful gestures. This was not a man who wanted gentleness. Henry was a man deprived; he wanted everything all at once and he wasn’t going to be polite about it.
    The thought sent a bolt of excitement through me, the implicit understanding of safety mixed with the promise of danger.
    His fingers wound in my hair and pulled back, twisting my head around so he could kiss me. That simple gesture was so unlike him that it drove me wilder, made me buck against him in an effort to get more of this hungry male.
    In all our years knowing each other, I never would have thought Henry had this in him, this aggressiveness, and admittedly, it was really turning me on.
    He curled over me and positioned one hand between my legs, his fingers massaging my clit rapidly as he pounded into me from behind. It didn’t take long before I was coming, screaming into the quilt as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, his fingers still moving, wresting every ounce of pleasure out of me. Henry clutched me against his chest and hammered into me one last time before he went rigid, groaning his release against the back of my neck.
    We collapsed on the bed, his mass a pleasant weight on me, like an anchor keeping me in place. All too soon, he pushed up with his arms and planted kisses on my back as he slowly pulled out.
    When I came back from the bathroom, he was laying on his back with his arms folded behind his head and a satisfied look on his face. He gathered me into his side and let out a long sigh as I wrapped an arm around his waist.
    “It’s good to have you home,” I whispered, my breath ruffling the dark hairs on his chest.
    “It’s good to be home,” he said, kissing my head. “You have no idea how many times I dreamed of doing that to you, pounding you on the bed like that.”
    My face flushed at how uninhibited I had been and how much I had liked it. “What else did you dream about?”
    “That was it,” he said evasively then jumped out of bed. “Hey, I have gifts for you.” He came back with one duffel bag and started rummaging inside. He laid a few things on the bed and sat down beside it. “Here’s one,” he said, handing me a dark-blue rock. “The stone is lapis lazuli and came from a mine in the Badakhshan province of Afghanistan.”
    I flipped the smooth stone over in my palm. “Thank you.”
    “It’s to replace that pebble you gave me before I went off to college,” he said.
    “I remember that beach