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first time since her trauma. Blade wanted to erase all thoughts of what Markum had done and replace them with sweet memories of their loving.

He stroked her body and kissed his way over her shoulder blades. Soon she relaxed and arched into him. He pushed inside another inch. Candice squirmed, but this time it was from excitement not discomfort. He lifted her bottom and slipped his hand over her mound, rubbing and stroking her clit. Her body eagerly responded.

Candice wiggled against his groin as if needing more of him. “Do you want the rest of me inside your pussy, baby?” he asked, needing to hear her say it.

“Yes! Please, Blade,” she begged.

“Mmm, those are the magic words.” He rose, grasped her hips, holding her still for his invasion, then drove into her hard and fast. Blade buried himself deep. “You’re so fucking tight, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

This was nothing like the slow, easy seduction he’d practiced with her earlier. This time they were both frantic and desperate to slake their lust. It was a hot, hard coupling of two people perfectly suited. Suited, hell. She fit him like a tight fist. It was basic and animalistic, and he practically howled at the moon.

He pushed at her, forcing her further over the edge of sanity, wanting more, always more. He bucked and thrust into her wet heat, harder and harder, until she went wild beneath him.

She threw her head from side to side, and all at once her muscles clenched. In perfect harmony, they both flew up and over, disintegrating into space.

He stayed inside of her for another minute, not willing to let her go. He could never get enough. Blade doubted even a lifetime would be enough. He would always be insatiable where Candice was concerned.

Reluctantly, Blade pulled out of her. Candice had long since collapsed on the bed, totally spent. He got up and went to the bathroom to clean himself. After locating a washrag in a linen closet, he ran warm water over it, then took a minute to grab his cell from the front room before bringing the wet cloth back to Candice.

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He dropped his phone on the bedside table and lay down next to her on the bed. He stared at the juncture of her thighs, enraptured by the way his semen seeped from between her soft pink nether lips. Christ, what a pretty sight.

She might be on the pill, but no method was fool proof. What if she ended up pregnant? Blade found himself smiling like an idiot over the idea.

He was such a damned sap.

He tried to dredge up a little self-loathing for his thoughtlessness, but nada. Zip. The thought of Candice round with his baby made him grin, not cringe.

What a dumb ass.

Blade pulled the pillow out from beneath her, then turned her over and started washing away his seed. As he massaged the washcloth over her soft, delicate folds, Candice never moved a muscle. Once he was finished, he dropped the washcloth to the floor next to the bed and scooted her over. She whined like a petulant child. Blade grinned. Poor thing was worn out. He curled his body protectively around hers, then reached down to the foot of the bed and covered them both with the extra blanket that lay there.

For a long while, Blade watched Candice while she slept inside the cradle of his arms. He gently moved her hair away from her face and ran his fingers through the soft mass, loving the silky texture against his skin.

He wondered what she would look like pregnant. Beautiful, no doubt. Her breasts would get full and heavy with milk; her belly would grow big. Jesus, he needed to quit thinking and get some sleep. Tomorrow he would talk to her about protection—or the lack thereof—and deal with it then.

As he let his eyes drift shut, he wondered what she was dreaming about. Him, the way she’d claimed? He hoped so, because she was sure as hell inside his head. Whether he was sleeping, eating, working or showering, it didn’t seem to make a difference. She was everywhere all the time, driving him crazy.

For now, however, Candice was here, in his arms, where she belonged. He had a need to protect her. He couldn’t stand the thought of someone hurting her. If she was 70

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under the impression that this was just a one night thing, Blade would just have disabuse her of that bullshit notion.

They woke late into the midnight hours and made love two more times, coming together with a lazy kind of sweetness that brought even more rapture than the fast and crazed loving they’d shared earlier. Afterwards, they fell into a deep, lover’s sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.

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Blade woke when Candice started to shuffle out of bed. “Where you going, baby?”

he asked in a sleep-roughened voice as he grabbed Candice’s arm to halt her escape.

“I need a hot shower.” She looked at him a moment, a pretty, content smile lighting her drowsy eyes. “You may be used to all this…activity, but I’m not.”

Blade smiled with possessive delight. “Yeah, I know. Pleases the hell out of me, too,” he said, starting to get up with her. “Come on, we’ll shower together.”

“Together?”

Candice sounded scandalized by the idea. Amazing after all they’d done together, she still blushed over the idea of him seeing her wet. He’d never figure out the female mind, not as long as he lived.

“Together,” he reiterated, then proceeded to drag her cute, naked body from the room.

“Blade, I’m not entirely sure about this.”

She frowned, biting her lip and trying to cover her breasts with her one free hand.

Which wasn’t really working out too well for her. He stopped in his tracks as a horrible thought occurred.

He lifted her chin with the side of his fist. “Are you sore, baby? Was I too rough?”

Candice’s expressive blue eyes grew large. “Oh, Blade, it was wonderful. You were wonderful.”

“That doesn’t answer my question. Are you sore?” he asked again, with more force this time.

She shrugged and stared down at the floor. “A little.”

He was an animal. Scum. The lowest form of scum. “Shit, I should have left you alone after the first time.”

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Candice quickly shook her head. “Don’t you even think it, Blade Vaughn. Every minute, everything you did was worth some soreness this morning.”

He stared another second, then visually scanned her. He didn’t see any bruises, and considering how vigorous he’d been that was amazing in and of itself.

“I’ll wash you,” he stated. Candice blushed. Her modesty had him smiling. He moved behind her and kissed the delicate skin below her ear. “Real gentle. It’ll feel good, I promise, baby.”

Just the idea had his usual morning erection going harder. He seemed to sport a permanent woody around Candice.

Blade gave her a nudge, spellbound as her ass swayed while she moved the rest of the way down the hall. It was a sight he could get used to.

Once in the bathroom, Candice bent and turned on the overhead spray. Blade couldn’t resist a quick feel. He reached out and slid two fingers over the silky seam of her bottom, causing her to jump and screech.

“Blade!” she yelped.

He chuckled shamelessly. “Well, you stuck it right out there for me. What’s a guy supposed to do? Besides, you do have the sweetest ass, sweetheart.” Blade growled.

“Oh.”

He chuckled at how naïve she was to her own sex appeal. The woman had set his blood on fire the night before and yet she still acted like a virginal school girl around him.

Blade kissed her forehead, enjoying her more by the minute, then gave her butt a swift swat, ordering, “In you go, Candy girl.”

He waited for her to step into the tub before moving in behind her. “Which soap?” he asked, perplexed by the countless bottles that littered every flat surface of the tub.

Candice had about five different scents from what he could tell. What was it about women that they thought they needed to be all smelly? It was the feminine scent they were born with that a man liked best.

“How about this one?” She held up a short, fat bottle with some sort of milky stuff inside.

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He popped the top and sniffed for himself. “Mmm, yeah, I like this.”

She beamed at him, apparently pleased by his comment. “Milk and Honey. It’s my favorite.”

“Ah, I see. Well, let’s find out what it smells like on, shall we?” he asked with wicked delight.

Washing a woman, washing Candice Warner, would undoubtedly be on his top ten list of favorite things to do.

Blade located a peach-colored puff and squirted some of the milky liquid onto it. He squeezed it, watching the bubbles appear and started on her arms. He moved downward, washing each finger with great care before moving on to her back and finally her feet.

She had cute toes. Her middle toe was somewhat crooked, and Blade found it adorable.

She giggled, and he looked up from his kneeling position to see her holding back a laugh.

“Ticklish?” he asked with mischievous intent. Candice squinted suspiciously down at him and gave him a petulant shrug.

Seeing that little movement as pure challenge, Blade purposely washed the soles of her feet, loving the laughter that spilled out of her. He kept up his gentle torture until she cried uncle.

Candice was becoming so free with him, it turned his heart to mush. Damn, he was in love with her. It was as plain as the impish nose on Candice’s face. An easy sort of contentment washed over him.

He moved up her strong calves, past her knees to her soft thighs. Candice’s laughter died, giving way to fast breathing and languorous eyes.

“Spread your legs for me, baby.” When she did as he asked, Blade dropped the puff and poured the soap directly into his palms. Nothing was getting in the way of his hand and her flesh. He massaged the white liquid into her mound, stroking her swollen folds and clitoris. As he stared at her there, he saw redness. He was an ass for taking her so many times when she hadn’t had sex in so long.

“Mmm, that feels so good, Blade.”

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He looked up her slim body. Her nipples were erect and her swollen lips were slightly parted. She was all wet from the hot spray and it made him want to drink her in.

Blade spent a few more minutes gently rubbing, soothing the soreness away as best he could, then he allowed his fingers free rein.

He squeezed her clit and slipped a finger between her puffy, slick folds. To his wonder, Candice started undulating against him, moving his finger in and out and moaning deep. He pumped at her clit, then pushed another finger inside her wet heat, finding a rhythm that he now knew she liked. When she screamed his name and clutched his shoulders for support, he wanted to fuck her so bad his body ached for it. Blade held back. Knowing how sore she was already kept him in check. He cupped her mound, holding in her pleasure for another second, then kissed her rounded hip before moving to her ass.

“Blade!” Candice squealed when his soapy hands stroked the cleft of her pert ass. It shocked her out of the sleepy aftereffects of her climax.

“All of you, baby,” he said in an unrelenting tone. She bit her lip and reluctantly let him caress her. Possessive delight filled him at the idea that she was letting him do things to her that no other man had ever done.

Blade swept his fingers between the firm globes and slicked them back and forth over her puckered opening. His mind imagined his cock where his fingers were. As he inched his pinky inside, Candice stiffened. Blade was careful, gliding in and out, never straying too far. The tight grasp made his mouth water. He was dying to fuck her there, but she wouldn’t be ready for something so carnal. Yet.

Once Blade was satisfied with his job, he slipped his finger free and rose to his feet, then commanded in a low whisper, “Now, turn around.” She did, and the water ran over the length of her. The sweetly scented bubbles ran down her breasts, her abdomen, until at last she was glistening.

Candice peered over her shoulder at him, a sensual smile curving her tempting mouth. “Your turn,” she taunted.

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Oh hell. He hadn’t figured on that. How was he supposed to keep from sliding deep inside her tight body if she started touching him? He simply didn’t have the strength.

“Uh, you don’t have to. I’m enjoying the hell out of myself as is.”

Candice turned all the way around and her big, pleading blue eyes nearly did him in.

“I’m not suggesting that I have to, Blade, I want to. Badly. Please, don’t deny me.”

Blade’s throat clogged with emotion, giving in to Candice’s charming sincerity. “I wouldn’t dare, baby.”

She reached for the milk and honey soap, then poured it into the puff, but when she started washing him with it, he chuckled.

“Uh, sweetheart?”

“Hmm?” Candice mumbled as she stared at some interesting spot on his arm.

“Real men don’t use puffs,” he said, amused and turned on by having Candice’s undivided attention.

She finally managed to drag her gaze away from his forearm and stared at him as if he’d lost his mind. “You can’t be serious?” When he only shrugged, she rolled her eyes.

“What does it matter what I use, so long as you’re clean?”

“It matters, believe me.” Blade knew he sounded absurd but he couldn’t help it. It was bad enough he’d let her put bandages on a few measly cuts; if word got out he’d let her use a peach-colored puff and milk-and-honey bath soap he’d never hear the end of it.

A man had to put his foot down somewhere.

“Drop the puff, sweetheart, and just use your hands on me.”

Her eyes lit with desire at that, and Blade gave in to a smile. She was becoming quite the glutton, just as he was with her.