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That’s when I notice the hard length of his erection against my ass.

My core begins to throb. Pure heat courses through me when he does it again, this time burying his face in my nape.

“Hannah.” He groans in his sexy groggy voice.

Hell, just the sound of his voice can make me come. I am so turned on.

I tremble with need, my breath coming in short pants as he thrusts once more.

His other hand pushes my hair away. And a second later I feel his hot breath against my nape.

My loud moan pierces the silent room when his teeth nip the sensitive flesh.

A low growl vibrates in his chest and he boldly grinds his hardness against my ass.

My hand trails down, my heart beating erratically as I touch my sensitive clit over my bottoms.

We don’t say a word after that. Probably because we don’t want to ruin the moment.

Raleigh and I chase our release. I begin rubbing myself, trying to match his thrusts.

I don’t want to analyze what we are doing. I am unable to think straight and I kind of prefer that right now.

The moment Raleigh’s teeth lock on the juncture of my neck and shoulder, I come on a scream.

My body is still shuddering from the climax when I feel Raleigh jerking a couple of times behind me before his body stills. He lets out a low curse as he comes.

We remain still for a few seconds, trying to control our breathing.

His touch vanishes from my body and I blink rapidly, willing myself not to panic.

Unable to face what just happened, I climb off the bed on stiff legs.

My pussy still tingles as I dash to the bathroom and lock myself inside.

I just touched myself and climaxed while he came in his boxers. It’s okay. It’s no biggie.

Only, my humming body says otherwise.

Chapter Eighteen

Iwas never a fan of grand gestures. Never expected such things from my partners.

Even before life toughened me up, I had this attitude. Not because my heart was made up of ice. Quite the contrary.

Growing up, I always wanted what my parents had. A love so great, they sometimes used to communicate without words.

They never went out of their way to express their feelings for one another.

They didn’t have to. It was there. Ever present in the most mundane things.

For instance, I saw Mom falling in love with Dad all over again every time he smiled at her or brushed her hair off her face.

No matter how grumpy Dad was, I have witnessed his eyes going all soft the moment they landed on Mom.

So you see, because of those two, I never thought you needed grand romantic gestures to win someone’s love.

For me, love is in small gestures. Love is in the little compliments that could make you smile for the rest of the day.

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