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Writhing beneath him, I found the intensity overwhelming. Almost frightening. I didn’t like the feeling of losing control of my body. Of handing that control over to him.

I pushed at his head, and after a few seconds more, he stopped fighting it and pulled back.

But we weren’t nearly done yet. I could see that in the narrowed gaze he shot me as he reached for his belt.

The man stripped fast and efficiently. At this point I wasn’t looking for a strip show anyway. But I was anticipating what it would be like to make love to David now that I’d unleashed this new possessive caveman side of him.

He didn’t disappoint. He slid home, deep and solid, rooting himself within me and held there, his eyes on mine.

“I don’t like you hanging out with Navy SEALs,” he said.

“Not a problem. Next time I see them, you’ll be with me.”

“Good.” He didn’t exactly forbid me from seeing them again but the subtext was there. I was his and his alone.

I was okay with that. Being with David Strickland had its benefits. Multiple orgasms were one of them.

At least a dozen times since we’d first slept together I’d wondered what was going to happen when he left for Texas for good and I was still here in California.

Now, I was a little less unsure. A little more certain. A man and a woman couldn’t share this kind of passion and have it just end because of separation.

We could definitely do the long distance thing. Video sex. Sexting. It all had intriguing possibilities.

He’d visit here. I could visit there.

Imagine how explosive the sex would be between us after a period of separation if it was this intense and amazing now when we’d been together not even twenty-four hours ago.

He crashed his mouth against mine and drove all thoughts out of my head.

David pistoned inside me, stoking the fire that was still smoldering from our foreplay. He pounded himself to completion and took me right along with him.

I was still throbbing around him as he collapsed, driving the breath out of my lungs from his weight.

“Fuck, I’m gonna miss this when I leave for good.”

My mouth dropped open but I couldn’t come up with any words.

Long distance romance. Ha! What had I been thinking?

Apparently in his mind when he left after the adopt-a-thon he’d be gone for good.

So what? We’d have one more weekend of great sex while he was here saving his corporate image at the shelter then it would be bye-bye? It’s been nice. See you never.

God, was I really this stupid when it came to men?

I had hoped that David Strickland was going to prove to be an exception to my track record.

Now I wasn’t so sure.

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David

I slept like a log after Heather left right after we’d had sex, but I still woke later than I’d planned. I needed to get on the road but first I needed coffee.

Stumbling toward the aroma of a fresh brewed pot I knew I needed to wake the hell up before I got behind the wheel.

What I didn’t need was the smirk on Drew’s face when I walked into the kitchen.

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