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As their bodies quieted down, she collapsed against him, kissing the side of his jaw in a way he
found ridiculously sweet before she dropped her head onto his shoulder.  Good Lord. We just went at
it like a couple of high school kids, she murmured into his sweatshirt, but she didn t sound
remorseful.
Ryder loosened his grip on her hips. He wasn t sure what to say, not when over-the-top flowery
emotions were at risk for leaping off his tongue at any given second. So he just said gruffly,  Sex
happens.
Suzanne laughed and pulled back to look at him.  It does. But at least we know what we re doing,
unlike teenagers.
There was a compliment buried in there, and he was going to take it. Knowing it might send them
into dangerous territory, he still said,  It works between us. It always did.
She didn t agree, but she didn t get defensive either, which he took as a positive step.
Pushing her hair off her forehead, she wiggled a little, still on him, their bodies warm and moist.
 I m hotter than two rabbits screwing in a wool sock. This vest has to go.
Ryder laughed. He loved the way Suzanne used metaphors. He loved her. God, it was so obvious,
so right there still in his heart, so like the past two years were a bad dream and they could be together
again, as they were meant to be.
 You are the hottest thing I ve ever met, he told her, nuzzling into her neck.  Let me go home with
you tonight and we can do this again, in a soft bed with cool sheets.
 No gearshift in my thigh? No vest around my ears? Suzanne clenched her inner muscles onto his
cock, making him start to swell again.  That sounds like a plan, my friend.
Friend was not the label he was going for.
Ryder wanted to be Suzanne s husband again, not just on paper because he was a bonehead and
forgot to sign something, but because she wanted to be with him, in his house and in his heart.
It was crazy. It was dangerous, foolhardy, arrogant, and blind.
They hadn t worked for a reason. Probably for more than one reason.
But Ryder was starting to think that maybe their paperwork not being filed properly wasn t just
happenstance, that maybe it was fate. Maybe it was saying that yes, they d had problems, but they
were still meant to be.
They were still legally married and he wanted another shot at making that legit.
Tonight was as good a night as any to start persuading Suzanne that maybe they should hit pause
before they headed to court and signed a damn thing.
CHAPTER EIGHT
SUZANNE was sweating in places sweat should never be, her hair was stuck to her lip, her thighs
were burning from the awkward position, and her panties had cut off circulation to her ankles, but she
wasn t complaining.
She had needed that orgasm desperately. Tension had been building up in her for weeks, and the
last five minutes had gone a long way toward relieving that.
It had probably been stupid as hell to have sex with her ex, but at the moment, she didn t care in the
slightest. She d done it, it had been hot and frantic and satisfying, and she was about to do it again.
 I guess we should move, Ryder murmured lazily into her neck.
Suzanne knew he was right, but it was relaxing lying against him, the familiar smell of his cologne
enveloping her, his touch light on her bare hips. It was odd that it didn t feel more wrong, that she
wasn t freaking out and worrying about the ramifications. It just felt . . . pleasant. Not completely
comfortable, but satisfying.
Maybe it was like putting on the jeans you d worn at your thinnest. They weren t a great fit
anymore, but it made you feel good to try them on and get them over your hips. A turning back of the
clock.
Suzanne peeled herself off of Ryder and smiled at him.  You owe me oral sex. With that, she
separated their bodies and flopped half on her seat, half on his, trying to figure out how to right her
twisted panties and get them back into place.
 I ll give you all the oral sex you want, he said, tucking his semi-erection back into his jeans and
zipping up.  I ll oral sex you to death.
Leg muscles protesting, Suzanne paused in her panty pursuit and laughed.  Is that a threat or a
promise?
 I m saying I ll go until you can t take it anymore.
That sounded promising. But she wasn t about to let him know about the shiver of anticipation that
danced across her flesh.  But until I m dead?
 If that s what happens, so be it.
Suzanne laughed. Very few men could amuse her, but Ryder had always been able to catch her off
guard and make her laugh with his nonchalant wit.  Yeah, but if you kill me, you ll have to finish
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