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Gabby lifted her head and opened her eyes. Sawyer’s face was filled with concern, and that almost started more tears. He lifted his hand and wiped the tears away from her face with a gentle touch.

“I got you wet.” Her voice was a bit wobbly.

“I’ll dry.” He tossed the used tissues on the nightstand.

“I meant what I said, Sawyer. You did nothing wrong. I was overwhelmed by emotion.” His features softened. “I’ve never…what I’m trying to say is, it’s rare that a man can make me climax without playing with my clit.” There, she said it. She only hoped he didn’t think she was defective.

“Oh, Gabby.” His palm cupped her cheek. “Not all women can climax from penetration. I’m glad I could do that for you.”

She blinked. “Who are you?” He understood and didn’t get upset. How had she found a man like him?

Sawyer laughed. “I’ll admit I’m not your average man, but I do understand a woman’s body.”

“Thank god for that.” Gabby laid her head back on his damp chest. They laid there in a comfortable silence.

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Sawyer barely stopped himself from swearing out loud. Gabby’s ex was an ass. Sawyer was sure he was the one who’d made Gabby doubt herself. She’d opened herself to him and been brave enough to tell him something so personal. This woman kept surprising him.

He held her close to his body as she continued to come down from her climax but also to absorb her feelings and calm down himself. He’d jumped to the wrong conclusion when Gabby started crying, thinking he was at fault. After she’d explained, he’d relaxed, body and soul.

He’d give her time to recover, and he’d show her again how she should be worshipped. Right now, he was happy with her in his arms.

Chapter Four

Sawyer lay there, holding Gabby against his chest. She’d fallen asleep after their third lovemaking session. Her reactions to him had been pure and genuine. Unlike other women he’d known. Damn, he was jaded. Maybe he’d been around all the wrong type of women.

Gabby shifted, and he tightened his arms around her. He didn’t want to let her go. Ever. The thought shocked him. It wasn’t like him to get this attached to someone so quickly. Gabby had broken the mold.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the slight weight of her against his body. His mind was already planning Sunday morning breakfast. He was trying to impress her with food, but he also recognized he had to be careful.

She was already suspicious of the money he’d spent on her. He could try and cook breakfast tomorrow, but that wasn’t a good idea. He didn’t cook much, and he wanted to give her more than toast and coffee. He’d order from his favorite place.

Since it was Sunday, they could spend the day at his place. He wanted to show Gabby there was more to him than sex and food.

His gut tightened. He hadn’t told her the truth about his money. Maybe tomorrow he would. But he didn’t want to ruin today. If they decided to continue to date after she went back to the Bay Area, he’d tell her more. Sawyer already knew he wanted Gabby in his life. Now all he needed to do was convince her.

***

Gabby woke to the smell of coffee.

“Wake up, sleepy head.”

She opened her eyes to see Sawyer sitting on the bed, holding a mug, his hip next to hers.

“What time is it?” Even her voice was groggy.

“A little after ten.”

Ten? She never slept this late. Gabby sat up and grabbed the sheet to cover her nudity while heat flooded her body.

“I’ll leave this on the nightstand. You’ll find a fresh toothbrush in the bathroom, along with towels.” He set the mug on the table and stood. “Breakfast will be ready in thirty minutes, is that enough time.”

“Yes. Thank you.”

Sawyer shook his head, and leaned down and kissed what sense she still had right out of her. Forgetting to hold on to the sheet, she entwined her arms around his neck. He snagged her arms and lowered them.

“As much as I’d love to crawl back into that bed with you and ravish you all over again, you need food.” He flicked his finger over her taut nipple. “Thirty minutes.” Sawyer turned and sauntered out of the room.

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