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“Vixen!” he said, somehow managing to roll her flat on her back and position himself between her thighs in one fluid movement. Not that she had any complaints when he braced himself on his forearmsand began to push into her, slowly going deeper and deeper, while his chest brushed against the taut points of her nipples. “I want to watch you,” he rumbled, flexing his hips slowly and deliberately.
But his breathing became ragged and his rhythm picked up speed until he drove into her hard and bowed back, his eyes closed, his arms straight, and his mouth stretched open in a howl, as her name echoed off the ceiling. The pump of his climax triggered the explosion of her own. She locked her legs around his hips and pushed him even farther inside her, so they could both feel the clamp and release of her muscles around his cock.
As her orgasm faded to an occasional twitch of sensation, Hugh lowered himself so he was on his forearms again, his weight pinning her to the bed from the waist down, his cock softening inside her. Dropping his head facedown beside hers, he heaved out a long sigh. “This is a great bed.”
“You’re giving the bed all the credit?” She cuffed his shoulder with a gentle smack.
“Setting is important.” His voice was amused but turned serious. “You’re in every molecule of the air in this room. I feel as though I’m breathing you in with each inhale.”
“Wow, that’s pretty poetic.” For all her teasing, his words whispered inside her like a spring breeze, adding to her profound joy.
He lifted his head to stare down into her eyes, the angles of his face stark with solemnity. “This is your life, and I want to be part of it.”
“You are part of it,” she said, taking his head between her hands and locking her gaze on him. “You always will be.”
“No one can promise that,” he said, the set of his jaw going grim.
“If you walked out this door tomorrow and never returned, you would still be in my heart and in my mind. You would still have changed who I am in ways I won’t understand for a while. You will be part ofme.”
He brought his face even closer to hers, and his voice held a note of vehemence. “When I walk out that door, I will always come back.”
“You can’t guarantee that, either.” She smiled as she smoothed his hair away from his forehead. “But I know you will do everything you can to make it happen.”
“Good.” He lowered his mouth to hers for a long, tender kiss. When he ended it, he said, “I love you, Jess. Even more than before.”
Happiness fizzed through her like champagne bubbles. “I love you right back. Even more than before.”
“We owe that stray dog you were chasing a lot of kibble.” He frowned. “Did you ever catch her?”
“No, but Diego, the kid who works as an intern at the clinic, did. She’s going to have her puppies soon in a safe, new home.”
He relaxed against her. “Maybe we could adopt one of the pups.”
“That’s the sweetest, most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.”
“I just told you that I love you, but it’s more romantic that I want to adopt a puppy? I should be insulted.”
“Just think how irresistible you will be to me when you’re holding a cute little puppy.”
“That was my ulterior motive, of course.”
Two hours later, Hugh lay beside Jessica, her delicious backside spooned against him. Instead of luxuriating in her declaration of love and his presence in her bed, he worried. When he’d brought up their television interview at dinner, she’d turned it aside with a joke about Aidan’s upcoming job interview. He was afraid she’d been so upset by her brush with television that she didn’t even want to discuss it. Which was very unlike Jess.
“I can feel you thinking.” Her voice was drowsy but contented.
He hated to ruin the mood. “Usually people claim to smell wood burning.”
“What’s wrong?”
He forced himself to ask, “Was the interview as terrible for you as Aidan says?”
He felt her body stiffen. “I’m not going to lie...I was nervous. I’ve never appeared on national TV before. But I told you all that.”
“He made it sound worse than nervous.”
“You know Aidan. He loves drama.” She blew out a breath. “Honestly, it was far stranger today having people give me curious looks and occasionally ask a question about you or what it’s like dating a movie star.”
“No paparazzi, though?” Hugh’s PR people said they’d taken care of that, but you never knew how desperate one photographer might get.
