“Is that a good moan or a bad moan, sweetheart?” he asked, his strokes not letting up.

“It’s good. So good,” she panted, breathless. “More. Take me. Take me hard.”

He grinned down at her. “All right, sweetheart. However you want it.”

She smiled. “I can’t move my muscles. I’m all melty.”

“You just lay there and enjoy it. Let me do all the work this time.”

She gave him another dreamy smile. “Okay.”

The next morning, Crash woke before Shannon. He slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. When he returned, his eyes fell on her body as she lay in the bed on her stomach. She was facing away from him, one leg canted up, the sheet fallen away, and her body completely bare. His eyes trailed down the beautiful sensual curve of her body. The gorgeous line of her spine that led down to the dimples at the small of her back, poised over her perfect heart shaped ass, down her long, slender legs. Her golden skin in contrast to the bright white of the sheets, her hair spread out over the pillow. In a spur of the moment action, he picked up his cell phone from the bedside table and took a picture of her lying there, so perfectly beautiful.

Still holding the phone, he crawled in next to her. His eyes were on the photo, and he was smiling when she shifted, turning to look at him through sleepy eyes. He looked up from the screen and saw the serene expression on her face as she smiled at him.

“Good morning,” she murmured.

He couldn’t help himself from lifting the phone and snapping another photo. A close-up of her smiling face. Then he set it on the bedside table and slid closer to her. “Good morning, Princess.” He brushed a soft kiss on her lips as his hand stroked over her bare back, down her spine, to the curve of her bottom.

Shannon’s eyes slid closed again as she enjoyed the feel of his touch, his hands stroking gently over her skin. His touch was tender, loving and affectionate without turning sexual. It felt good that they could share this. That they could be intimate without it being just about sex.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. Crash was turned on his side, his head propped in his hand, his eyes on his hand stroking her bottom.

“Crash?”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t even know your real name.”

He grinned, and his hand slid up, picking her hand up where it lay on the pillow between them, and he brought it to his lips, brushing a kiss on the backs of her knuckles. “Tyler Shaw.”

She grinned back. Her hand reached out, the back of her index finger stroking down his light beard. “Tyler, huh?”

His hand released hers and drifted down to her thigh, his eyes following as the backs of his fingers stroked softly from her upper thigh to her knee.

“Angel told me you were married once before.”

“Yup.” His eyes still on her leg.

“Yup? That’s it?”

He met her searching gaze. “You really want to talk about this?”

“Yup.”

He grinned when she gave his word back to him. “It was when I first moved out here. It lasted about three years.”

“What went wrong?”

He shrugged. “I was too young. Too wild. I just wasn’t in family mode.”

“Was she?”

“She wanted kids. I didn’t. She got tired of waiting for me to be ready.”

Shannon thought about his words, not responding.

“At least she had the decency to not force that down my throat.”

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