My heart swelled inside my chest until it felt like it was going to explode.
 
 I’d wanted him, too.
 
 So badly that it hurt.
 
 I wrapped my legs around his waist and met every thrust of his cock.
 
 We got completely lost in each other’s bodies.
 
 Every touch.
 
 Every surge of his cock thrusting inside me.
 
 Every feel of his lips on my skin.
 
 The sexuality and carnality were still there, but there was so much…more.
 
 I felt like Colin was claiming me with every action, and I loved feeling like I was actually his.
 
 It was hot.
 
 It was so intimate that tears filled my eyes.
 
 He started slow, but things got out of control quickly.
 
 “Colin,” I moaned as he pummeled in and out of my body.
 
 I suddenly realized that I loved this man so fiercely that it took my breath away.
 
 I love him.
 
 I probably always had and always would.
 
 Maybe I’d been an idiot not to realize it before because it felt like those emotions had always been there.
 
 I’d just never wanted to admit that I loved a man who was supposed to be a fling.
 
 “Emma,” he groaned before his lips came down on mine.
 
 I felt taken.
 
 I felt consumed by this man.
 
 That probably should have scared the hell out of me, but it didn’t.
 
 I was too lost in the sensations of being this intimately connected to Colin.
 
 My head thrashed on the pillow when he released my mouth.
 
 “I want…” I said tremulously. “I need…”
 
 “I know, sweetheart,” he said roughly as his hand slipped between our bodies and stroked my clit. “Come for me. I want to watch you get off.”
 
 And my body imploded.
 
 I went up in flames as Colin pounded into me like a madman.
 
 I screamed his name as my core clenched tightly around his cock.