Page 121 of Tame Me

My heart was a racing staccato as I peeled off the paper. “A diary.”

“Yep.” His beaming face was beautiful. “Turn to the first page.”

The diary had a hard cover, patterned in pinks and purples. I turned the cover over, and on the very first line where it had ‘This is the personal diary of’ Hunter had written ‘Jane’.

I tugged my lip into my mouth in an attempt to stop my quivering chin as I looked at him.

He shrugged. “I didn’t know your surname. And I assume you’re not Just Jane.”

I half laughed, half cried, and it came out as a snort. So damn unsexy. “Nichols . . . I’m Jane Nichols.”

He held his hand toward me, and when our palms touched, sparks danced across my mind and body. “Pleased to meet you, Jane Nichols.”

Hunter took the diary off me and pulled me to his chest for a hug. When he wrapped his arms around me, I squeezed him to my body. Our naked flesh molded together as one. His beating heart was a beautiful melody.

Hunter pulled back. “I have another gift.”

“You do?”

“Stay there.”

Once again, he strode to the bag at the door, and this time he brought the bag to me. The mischievous look on his face was one of the things I loved about him. He wriggled his eyebrows as he handed the bag to me.

When I looked inside, I burst out laughing. “A pineapple.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh my god. That’s not fair—you know all my intimate secrets.”

“Yes, I do. Are you complaining?”

I rolled my eyes. “Absolutely not. I can’t believe you’re here after reading all that stuff.”

He put his hand in mine and led me back to my bed. My bed. He then crawled on, lay on his side, and patted the cover for me to wriggle up and join him. I did. The second our faces were together, our bodies aligned. Our flesh touched in all the right places. We were a perfect match for each other.

He cupped my cheek. “I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t read your diary.”

“Really?” I screwed up my nose.

“Yes. It explained so much about why you did what you did. I feel like I know Jane Nichols now, and yet I look forward to learning everything else about you, too.”

“And I want to tell you everything. I want you to know the real me.”

“No more lies, then?”

I shook my head. “I promise. Never, never again will I lie to you.” I leaned in to kiss him. Our kiss was gentle at first, our lips barely touching. Our breaths mingled, united as one. I glided my tongue across his bottom lip, tasting him, and he repeated the move with me. It was truly sensual, and I lost myself to his bewitching tenderness.

Our kiss grew heated, more intense by the second. I opened my mouth, allowing his probing tongue to dance with mine. It was a delicious tango that had my insides dancing. As my tongue entered his mouth, I glided my hand up his torso, exploring his divine flesh, committing every inch of his body to my memory.

His braces nudged against his nipple, and I glided my fingers beneath the stretchy fabric and pinched his hardened bud in my fingers. He pulled back from my kiss, and I looked into his crystal blue eyes. The seduction dancing in his glossy pools drove me wild. Shivers coursed through me at the intensity of his gaze, and I knew how lucky I was.

I’m the luckiest woman in the world.

“You’re so beautiful, Jane.” His words made me melt, but when I realized it was me he was talking to, the Jane me, I wanted to cry, too. I wanted to scream his name from the rooftop. I wanted to wake up in the morning with his arms wrapped around me. I wanted this man more than I’d ever wanted anything in my whole life.

He reached over and twirled a lock of my hair around his palm.

“My real hair.” I scrunched up my nose.

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