She pulled at his shirt until it was off. "Damn." She sucked in a breath and ran her hands up his chiseled chest. "You live at the gym or something?""Physical health is extremely important." His eyes grew dark as he examined her matching panties that left little to his imagination."Fuck yeah, it is," Morgan agreed. She licked her lips as she counted his abs.

He knelt down beside her and caressed her cheek. The bruising had faded to an ugly green and even with it, she was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. "When you hurt, I hurt.

Nate was suddenly famished, and not for food. Seeing the look of bliss on her face and hearing her moan in pleasure had his blood pumping. He wanted to see her look like that again. He wanted to make her make those sounds. He swallowed hard and looked down at his food. He made himself eat and complimented her cooking, though he was too distracted by the throbbing in his pants to really taste it.

She switched the music from her party jam to slow country. Matt Stell's song, "I prayed for you" came on and she wondered if a man would ever love her like that.

He gave her one last slow kiss, before forcing himself out the door and into the night. Morgan locked the door and placed a hand over her wildly beating heart. "Exclusive." He didn't want anyone else. A smile took over her face...

You're even more perfect than I remember," Nate murmured against her lips. "It's been so long.

Oh, darling, I think we both know I was never the one in control." He scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder.

He wanted nothing more than to reignite the flame between them. To strike the match and burn for her, and with her, until they were both nothing but a pile of hot coals. His hands literally itched to reach out and grab her the way a man is allowed to grab a woman that's his.

He wanted the one woman he couldn't have. The one female who had grown immune to his good looks and his bad-boy charm. The only one he felt, he had ever connected with on a deeper level.