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Reese didn’t know how much time passed. She didn’t care. Wrapped in Michael’s strong arms with her breasts smashed against his chest, his throbbing cock buried inside her and his heart drumming against hers, she could’ve clung to him forever.

At length they drew apart and stared at each other with identical expressions of awe.

Reese trembled as he stroked a hand over her mussed hair and brushed a tender kiss across her cheek, then her mouth.

“Beautiful Reese,” he murmured in a voice that reached way down deep into her soul. “There’s no turning back now.”

Her heart swelled to aching. She closed her eyes against a hot sting of tears.

Then, and only then, did she remember Victor.

God help me, she thought. What the hell have I done?

Chapter Twenty

When Michael woke up the next morning, the first thing he became aware of was the lush, silky warmth of Reese’s body curved snugly against his, as if they were interlocked pieces of a puzzle. A perfect fit.

As he came more fully awake, he made another stunning discovery.

He was in the same spot he’d been in when he’d drifted off to sleep after making love to Reese last night. The exact same spot. He knew because the covers weren’t twisted around his legs or hanging off the bed, as he usually found them in the mornings. No, they were still resting at his waist, undisturbed. Which could only mean one thing.

He hadn’t moved all night.

But that’s impossible, his mind rebelled.

For as long as Michael could remember, he’d always been a fitful sleeper. His mother used to tell him that as a newborn, the only way she could get him to sleep for a few hours was to keep him latched onto her breast. The moment she stopped feeding him, he’d wriggle himself right awake. As he grew older, his parents often entered his room to find him huddled in the middle of the bed and shivering in his sleep because he’d kicked the covers off.

Over the years he’d lost count of how many women had accused him of retreating to his side of the bed and not snuggling with them during the night. He’d grown so tired of hearing the same complaint that he’d stopped spending the night with his lovers, getting up and leaving them shortly after sex. Sure, it made him seem callous and selfish, but he figured that was the best way to spare their feelings in the long run.

He wasn’t a sound sleeper. Never would be. So spooning a woman during the night was out of the question.

Yet there he was spooning Reese. And, apparently, he’d done it all night.

I’ll be damned, Michael thought, shaken by the discovery.

It was just one more example of the way Reese was turning his world upside down. Before meeting her, he’d had absolutely no concept of what it meant to be obsessed with a woman, to crave her so badly that damn near every waking thought was consumed with her. But over the past week he’d received a crash course in blind obsession, and he was proving to be quite the apt pupil.

As vivid memories from last night flooded his mind, he couldn’t keep a slow, wolfish smile off his face. After their explosive interlude at the restaurant—would he ever see his precious kitchen the same way again?—he’d somehow convinced Reese to spend the night with him. Though she’d seemed a bit subdued on the ride to his penthouse, once he took her in his arms again, she’d surrendered with the same desperate abandon as before. They hadn’t even made it upstairs to his bedroom before he’d had her long legs wrapped tight around him, her nails digging into his back as he thrust into her, taking her against the wall. He’d made love to her over and over again throughout the night. He was insatiable, couldn’t get enough of her.

As if to demonstrate, his dick hardened in response to the lush swell of her ass nestled against his lap. He grinned, already contemplating several creative ways he could wake her up—all involving the use of his hands, lips and tongue.

But as he edged even closer to her, Reese suddenly tensed and shifted away from him.

His grin faded. Was she already awake?

Propping himself up on one elbow, he peered down into her face. Sure enough, her eyes were open as she stared straight ahead.

He leaned down and pressed an openmouthed kiss to her silky bare shoulder. A fine tremor passed through her, and her long lashes fluttered. He felt a glimmer of hope.

“Good morning,” he murmured.

She didn’t turn to look at him. “Good morning.”

“Did you sleep well?”

She hesitated, then nodded reluctantly.

“I did, too. Slept like a baby, in fact.” It was true. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d ever enjoyed such a deep, satiated slumber. And he’d awakened feeling refreshed and blissfully content. He could definitely get used to more mornings like this.

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