Page 207 of My Rules

Being here with him, giving this to him ... my body shudders, and fuck, I’m going to come. “I need you now,” I breathe against his lips.

“Shhh,” he whispers. “Little bit more.” He adds another finger and then another, and I feel the stretch. “Breathe,” he reminds me.

Fuck . . .

My eyes roll back in my head at the sensation.

I lie here totally at his mercy, and I think that’s what’s turning me on so much. He has full control over me.

He nudges my entrance and turns my head and kisses me as he slides in.

His body meets resistance, and a sharp sting hits me.

“Owww,” I whimper into his mouth.

“It’s okay.” He kisses me again over my shoulder. “Relax, baby, let me in.” His hand is on my hip bone as he guides my body onto his, holding me in place for him to take me. He surges forward again, and pain sears through my senses. “I don’t think ...”

“Shhh.” He pushes in harder as he pulls my body back onto his, and we break through the barrier, and he slides all the way home.

My vision nearly blacks out at the sensation, and I feel him smile against my cheek.

“I love you,” he whispers.

Oh . . .

My eyes well with tears, and I put my hand up to his face. “I love you,” I murmur as I turn to kiss him.

Our kiss is tender and intimate. A celebration of us.

So much love is in this room, and I never knew it could be like this.

My life mistakes all flash before me, and now I know the reason for everything.

We belong together. Everything I’ve been through was so that I could be here, doing this with him.

For the first time in my life, I feel complete.

The headlights light up the houses as we pull onto Kingston Lane.

Only six days ago we left, and yet here I am returning, feeling like a completely different person. Something happened in Cancún.

I left an insecure divorcée. I’ve returned as a woman who is blissfully in love.

When Blake and I ... I smirk as I remember how hot it was, taking that extra step in our intimacy ... my remaining walls came down.

I cannot deny it any longer. I am irrevocably and hopelessly in love with Blake Grayson.

He’s strong yet gentle, sweet yet sarcastic. Intelligent and funny.

Sexy and ... my heart swells.

Who am I kidding. He’s everything.

“We sleeping at my house or yours?” Blake’s eyes flick over to me. There isn’t a question that we aren’t spending the night together.

“Well, we have to put your car away in the garage, so I guess at yours.” I shrug.

He smiles wistfully, and I have to wonder if he’s having the same inner thoughts that I am.

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