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  His eyes were full of desire, his breath coming hot against her mouth, his poor, busted lip begging for her attention. “He didn’t mean anything to me.”

  “That’s right,” he snarled before finally dropping his mouth to hers. Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, she hung on as his mouth devoured hers. His tongue was hot against her lips and felt oh so good. As she opened her mouth to his, their tongues played like old friends, and she almost came at the feeling. She had been craving him for months, and finally, she had him. His beard tickled her chin, but she felt it deep within her gut too. That fluttering, first-time kind of feeling. He always did that. Every damn time. Squeezing her arms around his neck, she never wanted to leave this spot. Never wanted to leave his arms. They’d figure everything out later. Right now, she needed him.

  Carrying her to the bed, he laid her down so slowly and with so much care, she was breathless. Jordie wasn’t careful, he wasn’t sweet all the time, but when he was, she felt it in her soul. Hovering over her, he trailed kisses along her neck, her jaw, and her bottom lip as he held her breast in his hand. When he squeezed her nipple with his thumb and forefinger, she hissed against his cheek, his mouth nibbling at her neck. Kissing up her jaw, he whispered against her mouth, “Please tell me the door is locked.”

  She nodded, threading her fingers through his hair.

  “Good,” he moaned against her lips before falling between her legs, pressing his hard cock against her hidden, dripping wet pussy. Even with his jeans and her shorts, she could feel every inch of him and the heat he put off, and she shook at the mere thought of him being inside her again. Sitting up, he pulled her shorts off as she threw off her tank. Then his mouth was on her breast, his hand between her legs, his finger sliding up her wet lips as he feasted on her breast.

  Arching her back, she bit her lip to keep from screaming out like she wanted. Man, she needed her own place, or maybe they… Whoa, hold your horses, she thought. This could only be about sex, and if it was, she was going to kick him in the balls and swear off all men. But it couldn’t be. He was cherishing her body, tasting it. As his fingers trailed down the middle of her chest to her belly button, she whimpered, her pussy clenching with need. His eyes were so intense, so beautiful and, damn it, they were full of love.

  She remembered that look. It only came out sometimes, but when it did, Kacey felt like the most gorgeous girl in the world. She never felt like that except when she was under his gaze.

  “So beautiful,” he whispered, his finger tracing the outline of the abs she had worked her ass off to get. “So strong.”

  She gasped as his tongue followed his fingers, the tickling sensation from his beard along her pubic area driving her utterly mad. Thrashing beneath him, she arched against his mouth as he nibbled on her belly button. He grinned against her skin. To her dismay though, he pulled away, his eyes drinking her in before he looked up and met her gaze.

  “You are, by far, the most magnificent woman I’ve ever seen,” he said huskily, and she swore she felt the words he said.

  It was one thing to hear them, but with Jordie, she felt them. Deep in her heart and soul. Man, she hoped this wasn’t just about sex. But before she could overthink it and start to consider stopping him, his mouth dropped to hers as his hands unbuttoned his jeans. He rolled them over, her legs falling on either side of his hips as her fingers threaded through his hair on his chest, her nails digging into his skin. He gasped against her mouth, biting at her bottom lip as she slid her wet center along his hard stomach. Squeezing her ass, he kept kissing her before wiggling out of his pants and freeing his cock. It smacked against her ass, and she grinned as his tongue moved along her bottom lip.

  Rolling them over again, he pulled back her leg and entered her with one thrust, taking her breath from her. Her soul. Her heart. Everything. He took it. But then, he’d always had it.

  His fingers bit into her thigh as her eyes rolled back in her head, his cock filling her to the hilt and eliminating the void that had been taunting her since she’d left all those months ago. She thought it would feel the same, him being in her, but it was completely different. They were different.

  While he thrust into her, his mouth stayed on hers, and he pulled all the way out and then slammed back into her. Each time, she squeezed him, her breath whooshing out of her as he took what he wanted. Needed. His eyes were so dark, so intense, and only on her. Sliding his hand from her thigh to between her legs, he found her nub of nerves and pressed it hard, causing her to cry out against his mouth. Covering her mouth with his to mask her cries, he slowly moved his thumb along the sensitive bud. She felt herself about to come, felt it all over and with each thrust. And the flick of his thumb had her inching closer and closer to her release. Taking her mouth with his, he slid his tongue along hers and soon it was too much. She came and she couldn’t help herself as she uttered his name against his lips. He smiled against her mouth as her eyes squeezed shut, her chest seizing as she arched up, his name falling again and again from her lips.

  “That’s right, sugar thighs,” he whispered, kissing down her jaw. “Come all over me. I love the way you feel.”

  She couldn’t answer him, her breathing was labored, her heart felt as if it were going to come out of her chest, and it very well could. He went up on his knees and she opened her eyes as he pushed her knees farther apart, his thumbs digging into the backs of her thighs as he filled her to the hilt, his cock throbbing inside her. Looking down at her, he smiled, and she smiled back. Just that simple little smile hit her straight in the gut, and she knew this wasn’t just sex.

  This was way more.

  Pulling out of her, he drove into her again and again and again until he squeezed her so hard she was sure she was going to have bruises all over her, and he came with a guttural yell. He fell onto her, his heart slamming into her chest, shaking her own as his cock throbbed inside of her. He was heavy, so damn heavy, but she wrapped her arms around his middle, her legs around his, nuzzling her nose under his beard, taking in the addictive smell. When he gasped against her temple, she felt him smile as he rolled them to their sides, holding her tightly, his cock still inside her as they grabbed at each other. Soon their breathing returned to normal, but she couldn’t let him go.

  Not yet.

  His fingers came along her jaw before he tilted her face up, his eyes meeting hers. Running his thumbs along her cheeks, he whispered, “I love you, Kacey.”

  Her heart melted, and she felt like she was flying through the fucking clouds. They’d had sex a lot, a whole lot, but never had he looked at her and said those words. The words she wanted so desperately. It almost seemed like a dream, but she could feel him against her. Her body absorbing his and not letting go.

  “I love you.”

  His face lit up and she swore she saw his eyes glaze over a little bit. But before she could really see if they did, he nuzzled his nose along hers, kissing her lips as his eyes fell shut. Closing her eyes, she held on to him and wouldn’t let go due to the fear of him disappearing. Surely, this was a dream. But it wasn’t. His heat was burning her, his heart still thumping against her chest, his breath in her hair, and his scent…it took over every one of her senses. They didn’t move for a very long time, and as she watched as the sun slowly lower, she knew she didn’t want to be anywhere else. And felt maybe she had made the right choice.

  She prayed she did, at least.

  “I would have ruined you,” he whispered against her temple and her breath caught at his affirmation. “If I would have tried in the state I was in, we wouldn’t have made it. I didn’t tell you how bad it was because I didn’t think I had a problem. I made excuse after excuse for everything I did, when, really, it was because I didn’t love myself. How could I love you when I didn’t even love myself?”

  Moving her face out from underneath his, she looked up at him. “I tried to love you enough for both of us.”

  “I know,” he said, his voice raspy and full of emotion. “And