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And love.

He knew she loved him, though she hadn’t come right out and stated it yet. It was there in her blue eyes, darker now like the stormy skies. And in the way she went so breathless each time he got near, especially when he kissed her.

God, he loved kissing her.

Waiting had been a unique type of torture, and now, finally, the wait was over. His sling was gone, his arm no longer ached, and most importantly, he’d given her time to get used to being more intimate with him.

Her hand felt very small in his, and as he pulled her up he also brought her into contact with his body. Taking it slow wasn’t easy, but he asked, “Will you come to the bedroom with me?”

Her lips parted.

“The guest room,” he specified. “I’ll move the pups in another week or so, but until then, I’m not sure the dog would appreciate us being there, particularly if we’re not sleeping.”

She breathed a little faster. “We’re going to have sex?”

The blunt question made him pause. “That’s up to you, honey.”

“Then yes, please.” Tightly holding his hand, she started down the hall.

Leading the way.

“You don’t have to rush,” he chided, even though his heart pounded, the reverberation felt in his cock.

“After such a long wait?” She pulled him into the room. “I think maybe I do.”

Tucker pushed the door shut with a heel, then leaned back against it, doing his best to marshal his control. Kady looked so incredibly hot with her hair damp and her cheeks flushed, her bottom lip caught in her teeth.

She’d been bold but now seemed shy, an odd reaction for her since she was usually balls-to-the-wall direct. He loved her. He’d wanted her forever. Somehow he’d make this good for her.

That started with putting her at ease. “Don’t be nervous.”

Nodding fast, she said, “Okay.”

He tugged her closer so he could hold her, so he could stroke his hands up and down her tense, narrow back, over her proud, rigid shoulders. “If there’s anything you don’t like, all you have to do is tell me and—”

Shooting to her tiptoes, she crashed her open mouth to his. It was awkward, a little desperate, and he cupped the back of her head to gentle her. They’d done a lot of kissing in the past week, and she’d caught on quickly to what he liked.

And helovedopenmouthed, deep kisses.

Her tongue explored his mouth—her tongue, hot and wet—until he returned the favor, tastingher, knowingher.

Loving her.

They hadn’t discussed a future yet, but he’d bring it up soon.

When she sucked at his tongue, he lost the last of his control and brought both his hands to her breasts, feeling their weight, cuddling. Because she never emphasized her figure, even wearing a modest bathing suit, she was larger than he’d realized, full and heavy. Lush.

For as long as he’d known her, Kady had dressed femininely but modestly, and to know he was the only man to touch her like this was a heady thing.

With her breasts pressed to his lower chest, her thighs brushing his, she kissed him perfectly.

Tucker had planned to finesse her, to lead her carefully—butdamn. Having her here now, in a bedroom, obviously enthusiastic, obliterated his intentions.

He readjusted, sliding his hands down to her trim waist, then to her plump backside, moving over the crisp material of her skirt, gathering it, raising it—until his palms encountered satiny skin.

Kady started against him, but didn’t pull away.

From what he could feel, her barely there panties were mostly lace and he wanted to see her,neededto see her, so he levered her back.

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