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Maddy was swept toward the wide bed set against the far wall. A moment later she was on her back on the rumpled bedding. Lachlan towered over her as he stood at the edge of it and peeled his shirt over his head. She sat up, hungry to touch the contoured landscape of his torso that she’d only fantasized about until now. His skin was hot to the touch, all that power and restraint humming beneath her fingertips. He took hold of her shoulders, leaned in to kiss her as he laid her back down and lowered himself on top of her. She moaned into his mouth when his weight blanketed her, the hard ridge of his erection trapped in his pajama pants pressed against the throbbing ache between her legs. His teeth caught her lower lip, nipped gently, tongue gliding across it as he reached for the bottom of her shirt and slowly drew it up her body. Maddy curved her back and raised her arms to help him. He cupped a breast in his big hand. Slid a thumb across the distended peak, sending sparks through her. “What do you want, sweetheart?” “I want to feel safe again,” she whispered without thinking. “You’re safe with me. Always. But what do you want right now?” The rumors were true. Consent was sexy. But it was so hard to think with him on top of her, and his mouth, hands, and body doing delicious things to her. She wanted his touch between her legs, soothing the fire he’d started. She had to tell him the whole truth though. It wouldn’t be right otherwise. “I don’t know, except that I don’t want you to stop,” she whispered in a rush, clinging to his broad shoulders. “And also, just so you know… I’ve never done this before.”