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My bones melt at the concern in his eyes.

Throwing my head over my shoulders to expose my neck to his lips, I assure him, “If I don’t like something, I’ll say ‘Boston’.”

He grins before licking a sensitive spot under my earlobe. As breathing becomes more erratic, I heave and my breasts bounce. His mouth covers one nipple, pulling it between his teeth, sucking at the hard nub with such hunger, my knees buckle. His arms circle my waist as I slump against his body. His erection coats my thigh with droplets of pre-cum. My sex quivers as he doubles down on his explorations, devouring my other nipple. Bright spots lighten my closed eyelids as pleasure coils inside me, threatening to overpower my senses. I gasp, trying not to succumb to the swelling sensations. I’ve never orgasmed from foreplay, certainly not this way. It feels taboo, and yet so right.

Not sure what I want from him, I whisper, in a thin voice, “Erik.”

“Yes,” he replies, his mouth full of my flesh.

He releases my arms from the robe by sliding it to the floor.

I unfasten the belt of his robe, exposing a tanned expanse of skin, so I can glide my palms over the tempting ridges on his chest.

Propping me against the back of a winged chair, he returns his sinful mouth to my nipples. He smiles as the scruff on his chin tickles my skin. He traps one nipple between his teeth as his fingers roll the other.

Arching my back, I throw my head over the top of the chair, clutching his upper arms for dear life. “Erik!” My legs tremble as an orgasm surges deep inside, tingling my muscles, igniting my skin, and melting my bones. “Erik!” My ears buzz when he flicks my nipple with his tongue. Driving my nails into his biceps, I repeat his name until my throat gets hoarse and the tide of pleasure ebbs.

His broad smile sparks a series of aftershocks in my sex. “Happy Valentine’s.”

I glance at the clock on the desk. It’s ten minutes after midnight. I kiss the silly man, “Happy Valentine’s, baby.”

Frowning, I follow his retreating shoulders as he walks to the door. On the way, he pulls his robe back over his shoulders and ties the belt. Before opening the door, he glances back at me. Confirming I’ve got clothes on too, he turns the knob.

“What did I miss? No one knocked.”

He pulls a cart into the room and kicks the door shut. With a boyish smile, he confesses, “I hung the ‘do not disturb’ sign before I hit the shower.”

After eating, we sit on the carpet by the fireplace, sipping the champagne the hotel added to our order as a Valentine’s gift. I admire the ring he gave me, an oval onyx mounted on a silver crown, engraved with Celtic knots.

When I drink the last sip of wine in my flute, he steals it away, settling it on the floor beside his. He kisses the crook of my neck before pulling me up as he rises to his feet. My head swims with the sudden movement. He scoops me up in his arms. Laughing, I drape my arms around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder.

I float in cloud nine as we cross the doorway into his bedroom, and he deposits me in the middle of the bed. Kneeling on the mattress, he discards the terry cloth on the floor. I wet my lips with the tip of my tongue as they run dry. His thick erection glistens against his taut stomach. I reach out to wrap it in my fingers, but he takes my hand to his lips.

“Not tonight,” he whispers, straddling my hips.

Sliding the tips of my belt, he parts the sides of the robe, and scans me from head to toe. His stare glides over my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He runs a finger from my throat to my belly button. It sizzles my flesh, melting my bones. I groan when it continues down to tap my clitoris.

With the spike in my heartbeats, filling my lungs become a scorching business. I thrust my hips up, arching my back off the mattress when he invades my sex with two fingers, stretching me. I welcome his mouth on mine with hungry lips, sucking at his tongue. I scrape his scalp, pulling my knees up, planting my feet on the mattress.

A first wave of pleasure quivers the muscles around his fingers, and I wrap mine around his writs. “Please, Erik. I need you inside me this time.”

“Me too.”

He stretches to retrieve a pack of condoms from the night table.

“I’m clean. We could go without them if that’s okay with you.”

My suggestion illuminates his face brighter than the northern lights. He kisses the tip of my nose, leans his forehead against mine, and my heart flutters.

Dusting my cheeks with his thumbs, Erik murmurs, “I love you.”

Air catches in my throat, heart thuds inside my chest, and blood zings in my veins. “I love you so much it hurts.”

I cross my arms at the wrists behind his neck.

Holding my gaze, he guides his cock to my entrance, coats himself in my pleasure, and penetrates me. He braces himself on his hands, chest hovering above me, as he waits for my body to adjust to his girth.

I pull my knees up, hugging his hips, opening myself to him as he inches his way inside me. Grunting, I rotate my hips to find a better angle as he moves deeper. My muscles grip and release his erection as we find a slow rhythm to our lovemaking.

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