Ready, set, go. Her heart took off in a mad sprint.

Their gazes met, and he went motionless, tension thrumming from him. “Your sadness remains,” he said, a statement, not a question.

“Yes,” she whispered. Why lie?

The last time he’d entered the RV like this, they’d had sex. Now, her body expected it. Demanded it. Addicted... Now that she knew the bliss of being filled, she felt empty without him.

Her nipples beaded and pressed against her bra, the little hookers doing their best to draw his notice. Her belly quivered, and her knees weakened, liquid heat pooling between her legs.

A plain white T-shirt molded to his muscular physique, and those black leather pants hugged his thighs. His fair hair was askew, the golden stubble on his beard thicker than before.

“Tsk, tsk,” he said. “You are leering.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. I’ll stop.”

“Don’t you dare!” His tension grew as he looked her up and down. His shaft hardened, pressing against his fly.

The sight made her mouth water.

“Are you sore?” he asked.

Good job, hookers! No. Bad job. Bad! A flush spread over her cheeks. “A bit.”

He scrubbed a hand over his mouth, as if he needed to wipe away drool. “There’s much we need to discuss, but right now I have a better use for our mouths.” He stepped toward her.

She licked her lips and walked backward. “We can’t be together. Not again.”

“Can’t?” Like a bullet, he shot across the RV to loom in front of her. “Explain.”

So commanding. So intense. Just the way she liked him. “You aren’t over your wife. When she comes back, and she will, probably, I’ll be a third wheel. No, thanks.” Say nothing more. “I hope you know you’re a fool! Whether you like it or not, I’m super good for you. You need fun the way most people need air, and I’m your dealer.”

Okay, so she’d said something more.

“Meredith isn’t coming back.” He reached out to hook a lock of hair behind her ear, as casual as if he’d announced they were having salmon for breakfast.

“I don’t understand.”

“I’m happy to explain...after.”

Shivers coursed through her, his scent teasing her nose. His body heat pulsed over her skin.

Had he meant after sex? “I won’t be a fill-in for Meredith,” she said, jutting her chin. “I won’t be Miss Right Now, only to be cast aside when she comes back.”

“You are no one’s fill-in.” Too fast to track, Bane cupped her butt and yanked her against him. His heart thudded in time with hers, a shocking revelation. She made him nervous and needy. “The reason I don’t want you going back doesn’t matter. Do you want me?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered. “But—”