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End of sentence.

Apparently, Welker couldn’t find the words.

Good words Moira hoped, and it was okay with her that he couldn’t speak. She didn’t know how to describe what she’d felt, either. That was no plain-old orgasm they’d shared. Not that she’d had any climaxes with a partner before, but she’d certainly experienced them with her own hands. And this? It was something deeper, more connected. It was…Welker.

“Are you upset that I couldn’t wait?” she asked him quietly, memorizing the feel of his chest beneath her cheek and the softening of his cock inside her.

“Nope,” he chuckled contentedly. “Although this wasn’t exactly the way I envisioned it.”

Moira stiffened. Had she disappointed him? Dammit. She should have known that a man with his sexually active past would find her wanting.

“I’m sorry,” she choked out against his skin, embarrassed now, that she’d been so bold.

“What?” Welker responded, reaching out to cup her cheeks and draw her back so he could look in her eyes. “Moira. Why are you apologizing?”

He looked suitably confused.

“Because…I pretty much forced you to…you know. And I’m not very good at it.”

Welker made a choking sound. “Not very…? Christ, Moira, if you were any better at it, I’d be completely incoherent right now.” He kissed her hard on the mouth. “I am actually pretty incoherent right now,” he amended, before continuing. “But let me find my words and spell things out for you. That was the best sex I’ve ever had, bar none. And do you want to know why?”

She could still feel the impression of his lips on hers as she licked them. “Umm, why?”

“Because you mean something to me, Bliss,” he said roughly. “And nobody I’ve slept with before, ever has.”

She started to shake her head. “You?—"

“No.” He laid a finger over her lips. “Don’t second guess yourself. Sex has always been fun in the past. But with you? I felt what we did, all the way to my soul.”

“Then why,” she asked in a small voice, “did you say it ‘wasn’t like you’d envisioned it?’”

“Shit,” Welker swore. “Piss poor comment on my part. Is that what had you backing off?”

Moira nodded.

“Then let me clarify.” He dropped a quick kiss on her nose, then one on each eyelid, then another fast one on her mouth before he explained. “What I pictured was taking you back to my house, slowly stripping you naked, then carrying you romantically to my bedroom where I’d lick you all over until you came. Then, and only then, would we make love until we were so boneless, we couldn’t walk for the rest of the night.”

Even though it was completely dark outside, Moira felt like the sun had just come out. She grinned under his intense scrutiny. “Couldn’t walk, huh?” she asked sassily. “I’m not sure that’s a thing.”

Welker growled, lifted her gently from his cock to settle her into the passenger seat, tucking his wet staff back in before putting the car in drive. “Well then, I guess I’ll just have to prove it to you.”

He faced her with a predatory glint in his eye.

Moira smiled, more than ready.

“I’m willing to have you change my mind.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Was this really his life?

Over the past week, Welker and Moira had continually consummated and cemented their bond, bringing their feelings for each other out into the daylight.

All except the “L” word, that is.

Welker felt it, for sure, but he didn’t want to scare Moira away, and she was still a little skittish; a little skeptical regarding her self-worth, so he could wait. But as far as Welk was concerned, he was all in.

A lot of things had happened since they’d made love in his car.

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