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I would never be able to.

That woman could do with me as she wished and I’d be a willing participant.

“Say it again,” I said, my last request before giving in.

“I love you.”

Fuck it.

I walked up to her, taking her face in my hands and kissing her lips, tasting her tears as her arms wrapped around my neck without hesitation. Without second thinking. She was mine, she was mine forever, try as she might to deny, try as she might to forget it.

She was the only addiction worth keeping.

I kissed her like the world would end without her because for many months, that’s what it had felt like. Her body molded into mine, giving in without putting up a fight. She was done, and I was glad, because I was too. She tasted like heaven, her mouth willingly parting for me as my tongue sought her out. The world around us ceased to exist and fell into the background as she gave into me, into us, and she surrendered to her feelings.

She broke the kiss, her eyes closed as I rested my forehead against hers and caressed her flushed cheeks.

“I’m sorry it’s taken me so long,” she whispered, the sound of her voice making my chest constrict. “I’m sorry I’m so stubborn and scared. I’ve never been loved before...and with you, no matter how long this has been going on, I still don’t feel like I deserve it.”

This was Hannah.

Vulnerable, exposed...the Hannah no one else got to see. I brushed a strand of hair from her face, admiring her beauty. She was perfect in every sense of the world, everything I’d ever dreamed of even though she didn’t see it. I took her hand in mine, holding it against my chest—a silent way of telling her that the thing that beat inside it was hers.

There was no more room for words.

I’d spend the rest of my life showing her exactly what she meant to me if she would let me.

Her mouth parted in a quiet gasp as my lips began to trace the sensitive skin of her neck and my hands began to roam her body, shivers erupting everywhere that was visible to the eye. I drifted her dress up, caressing her thighs and holding her until she whimpered with need.

She was intoxicating.

Everything about her was addictive and I didn’t want to fight it.

Hell, I couldn’t.

I’d tried many times before only to end up losing and wanting her all over again.

We didn’t bother with our clothes, her shaking hands reaching down between us and fumbling with my belt, freeing me from my confinement as she took me in her hand, stroking me hard and fast as she clashed her lips with mine. I groaned into her mouth, allowing her to take control for those few seconds until we stumbled onto the bed and she brushed my hard cock against her warmth.

Fuck, she felt perfect.

I thrust into her, deep…her soft whimpers turning into loud moans as I took her legs, pushing them back so they were against her chest.

I sunk into her over and over, until she was sweaty and spent…until all she could do was scream my name.

Chapter 23

Hannah

I woke up a few hours later only to find Derek’s side of the bed empty.

My lips tilted up slightly, the memory of the way he’d kissed every inch of my body all night making me tingle in all the right places. I could still feel his touch everywhere, I could hear his sweet words as he made love to me every way he could. Dragging myself out of bed, I picked up one of his shirts and put it on, running my hands through my hair and hoping I didn’t look as tired as I felt.

I made my way through the cabin, to the living room, hearing the quiet giggles of our daughters coming from the kitchen. How I had missed them waking up, I wasn’t sure, but Derek fed them with a quiet chuckle.

“Good morning,” I said, softly. “I’m surprised you heard them wake up after the night we had.”

Derek’s gaze met mine with a hint of apprehension and I heard a clearing of someone’s throat...

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