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“Want me to shave that?” I asked.

“No!” she blurted out. Then she gave me a sheepish smile. “No. I like it. And I want to know everything about you. Everything. You don’t have to watch what you say around me. Ever.” Her lips met mine in a tender kiss.

“I love you,” I whispered against her lips.

She froze.

I hadn’t intended to tell her how I felt, but it was like I couldn’t help myself. Hoping I hadn’t scared her off, I pulled back enough to see her expression.

Eyes wide and brimming with emotion, she gaped at me. “I feel like I’ve waited my whole life to hear you say that.”

A smile tugged at my lips. “So damn dramatic. You plannin’ to tell me you love me, too?”

Squealing, she threw her arms around my neck and squeezed me to her. “I love you, I love you, I love you!” Releasing me, she dropped her gaze to my cock that was already well on the way to recovery. “Now go get rid of that condom, and I’ll show you how much.”

11

Lily

ICOULDN’T BELIEVE I was in Bull’s bed.

Two years of hoping, wishing, planning, and plotting had finally paid off, and it was everything I’d dreamed of and more.

He said he loved me.

He was scared of losing me.

As grandma would say, my cup was runnething over. Runnething? Was that even a word? I didn’t care, because little aftershocks of pleasure had me feeling high as a fucking kite.

His tongue, oh my God!

I used to think Bull’s sad, steel gray eyes were my favorite feature, but I bet he could lick the skin off a peach with that tongue. Hell, he’d licked the skin off my peach. I giggled, cracking myself up.

“What’s so funny over there?” Bull asked.

I wanted to tell him, but held back. In the past, my dirty mind had always caused him to shut down. Our relationship had clearly changed, but he might still get uncomfortable and I wasn’t ready to take that risk. “I’ll tell you later.”

Giving me a little side-eye, he tugged his boxers and jeans up his legs. We’d been so desperate to get it on, he hadn’t even taken the time to remove his boots. That was kind of hot.

“You wanted me so bad you didn’t even take off your boots,” I said.

He tugged up the zipper, a splash of pink coloring his cheeks. “What can I say? You made one hell of a compelling argument.”

But why was he getting dressed? We’d just declared our love for each other, and I’d made a promise to give him a physical demonstration of exactly how deep my feelings ran. I didn’t want him dressed; I wanted his fine ass back in this bed.

“What’s with the clothes?” I asked, unable to mask my uneasiness. Was he bailing on me? Did he regret what we’d done? Feeling exposed and vulnerable, I tugged up the sheet and covered my nakedness. I was trying not to panic, but if he told me to get dressed and leave, I had every intention of exploding in a mad rage of fury. I’d wreck the place. I’d go full-on Milton fromOffice Spaceand burn the place down. Okay, maybe not since I loved the Dead Presidents and would never do anything to leave the club homeless, but I’d do everything in my power to destroy Bull’s bed. I’d worked my ass off to get into it, and if I couldn’t enjoy it, nobody could.

“Gotta hit the restroom. I’ll be right back.” He slipped out of the door before I could respond.

I let out a breath, trying to exhale the crazy, borderline obsessive panic that kept threatening to choke me. Bull wasn’t abandoning me. He just had to pee. There were a lot of emotions flying around, and he probably needed a moment to process. Obviously, I could use a few minutes to myself, too.

Standing, I went in search of my jeans. Not because I had any intention of dressing and leaving, but because I needed my phone to preoccupy me. I was disturbingly close to following him into the bathroom to make sure he didn’t bail on me, and nobody wanted to see that level of crazy.

Our clothes were scattered all over the floor, so it took me a minute to retrieve my phone. Climbing back into Bull’s bed, I narrowly resisted the urge to text everyone in my address book that I’d had mind-blowing sex, and the man of my dreams told me he loved me. I could barely keep the news in. Hell, I was tempted to climb up on the rooftop and scream out the details to all of Seattle.

But I was anxiously awaiting Bull’s return and hoping he wasn’t getting stuck so far in his own head I’d need to borrow his tow truck to drag him out.

My phone chimed with an incoming text.

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