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“So damn beautiful,” he groaned as I climaxed and milked him to his own release.
My entire body was shaking as he rolled and pulled me on top of his massive body.
Neither one of us spoke as we recovered our breath and our heartbeats started to slow to a normal rhythm again.
I had a moment of vulnerability because I’d finally admitted to myself that I loved Colin.
Maybe he sensed that vulnerability because his arms tightened around me until I felt protected.
I’d just have to hope he’d protect my heart in the future, too.
Chapter 22
Marshall
Holy fucking hell!
This woman was definitely going to be the death of me, but at least I’d die the happiest idiot in existence because I was withher.
I held Emma tightly as my heart rate slowed back to normal.
We might be older, but the chemistry between the two of us hadn’t changed.
As far as I was concerned, she’d just sealed her fate by letting me touch her and get inside her beautiful body.
Shewasmine.
She wanted me.
I wanted her.
It was a done deal.
Okay, she hadn’t exactly made me promises for a future, but she’d agreed to never make me walk away from her again.
I knew I wasn’t fucking going anywhere, so I’d find a way to make damn sure that we had a future.
“We’re sweaty and I feel like a total mess,” Emma murmured against my shoulder.
“Don’t move,” I demanded. “I like it when you’re a sweaty mess.”
I’d forgotten exactly what it felt like to be with Emma this way, and I wanted to stretch this moment out a little longer.
My dick was finally content, and I was actually…happy.
Hell, I’d forgotten what happiness felt like, and I wanted to reacquaint myself with that particular emotion as often as possible.
I’d been a restless, discontented asshole for almost fourteen years.
I didn’t have that many days left when I’d be sleeping in the same bed with Emma, and I wasn’t going to take those nights for granted.
I’d rented a vacation place down the street from Emma, and I’d be moving to that location before Wren got home from San Diego.
While Emma had insisted that I could stay with her, I knew it wasn’t going to make a good first impression on my daughter if I was sleeping with her mother.
I wanted to get to know my daughter, but she didn’t need me in her face every moment of the day.
She’d need some space, and I was going to give her what she needed.
