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She had given herself to him. He was the first man for her. No one had ever had the privilege of being with her.

She had kept herself chaste. He had witnessed that jerk, Jason, kissing her several times, deep emotional kisses and had wanted to die, right after he smashed the bastard’s face in. But they had never gone all the way. For that, he wanted to weep in relief.

She had this misguided notion about marriage, and he was going to cure her of it. He couldn’t let her go. He had been resigned to the fact that he would never be with her, but it was different now. Completely different. He was going to bombard her, make love to her until she realized that they belong together.

Shifting his head, he stared at her profile. Her hair was tangled from his fingers and she looked beautifully disheveled and well loved.

God, how he loved her! He thought achingly. That emotion was something he handed out sparingly. He had loved his mother of course.

She had tried to do her best by him. And he loved his sister and would do anything for her. But no one had ever touched him the way Sonya did, and no one would ever do so again. He was irrevocably hers and always would be. He was just going to have to show her that.

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She stretched languidly and wondered why she felt so sore between her thighs. Then her eyes flew open as memories assailed her.

She felt wonderfully used. And wanted to be used again and again. Sitting up, she searched the room, disappointed to find it empty. A glance at the clock showed her that it was half of nine. No wonder he wasn’t on the bed next to her.

With a soft laugh, she hugged herself and allowed the memories of last night to wash over her.

Obviously, they were attracted to each other, and the man had a talent. With his tongue, his fingers and that beautiful part of his anatomy that was so impressive. She was happy that she waited for him.

She had no idea what that meant, but she was not going to start thinking and analyzing. She was going to go with the flow and see what happened.

With that in mind, she climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. The scent of coffee was calling her.

A few minutes later, showered and feeling like a new person, she ventured into the kitchen to find him standing by the window.

Her heart shuddered to a stop and then picked up as she stared at him. He had showered and was wearing a pair of casual sweatpants and a thin black sweater that molded to his muscular frame. His coffee brown hair was windblown and when he turned to look at her, she felt her stomach levitating.

“I made coffee and eggs.”

She cleared her throat. “Thanks. I didn’t realize it was so late.”

“You were sleeping so peacefully, I decided to leave you like that.”

She reached for a cup and poured the brew.

“Is it still raining?”

“A little, yes.”

She felt him come up behind her and lost her breath. “I was planning on us going for a walk, but we’re going to have to stay in.” His hands closed around her neck. “Not that I mind.”

He turned her to face him, lifting her chin up. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Her gaze landed on his lips, and she felt the yearning at her core.

“How are you?”

“Fine.” She wanted him to kiss her.

“No side effects?”

“No.” Her fingers clutched his sweater as she lifted her head eagerly.

“I am happy about that.” When he brushed his lips against hers, she could not hide her disappointment. “Want more?”

“Yes.”

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