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I smirk, loving the heat that washes off her, my fingers digging into the small of her back.

“Nel, you’re going to learn fast that it doesn’t take much for me to get hard around you.”

She blushes, the pink color traveling past her cheeks and onto her chest, which is heaving with desire. Before she can question anything, I pick her up, her legs anchoring her to me as I walk us out of the kitchen and down the hall to my bedroom.

“What are you doing?” she asks as I climb onto the bed, bringing her over me so she’s straddling my hips.

“I’ve dreamed about you riding me in this bed for days, and I think it’s about time it came true, don’t you?”

She smirks, her hands resting on the top of the headboard as her hips begin to move.

It doesn’t take long for the slow and steady pace of her hips to become erratic, and that’s when I take over, rolling us and surging into her as her mouth opens on a scream.

Heaven.

That’s what being with Nel feels like, and I know that when the time comes to go back to my old life, I might not be able to leave her behind.

Chapter 15

When I wake up, the room is pitch black, and for a split second, I forget where I am, panicking when I don’t feel Jaxon’s small body next to me. As I turn, taking in a sleeping Dane, a groan leaves his throat as he rolls over while his arm stretches across my stomach. I close my eyes as I replay the events of last night like some kind of erotic feature film.

I’ve never been one to fall into bed with someone I just met, or in this case someone I’ve only known for a few days. Yet, I can’t deny the chemistry that courses between us every time we’re in the same room. Dane has this aura that calls to my primal need to wrap myself around him, feel his warmth and bask in his protective nature. What he did yesterday for Jaxon was more than I ever expected. He took every guilt-ridden thought he never knew I had and turned them into a little boy’s dream, and for that, I will always be grateful. But right now, I need to concentrate on how I’m going to get out of this bed without waking him up.

“Don’t you dare think about getting out of this bed,” Dane murmurs into the pillow next to my head and when my gaze finds him, his eyes are closed. I start to roll my eyes as he says, “You can roll your eyes all you want, sweetheart, doesn’t change the fact that you’re not leaving.”

I try to hide my chuckle, but it’s no use. “How the heck did you know I was about to leave… you were sleeping?”

He finally opens those eyes and the smile that filters across his face sends a flutter through my core.

“You tensed.” The smile is gone as he leans up onto his elbow, his hand lightly brushing the side of my face.

“I tensed?”

“Yeah, when I rolled over and wrapped my arm around you, you tensed.”

I did? I didn’t even realize I did that.

“You okay with everything that happened last night?”

Was I okay with it? My body obviously enjoyed it since my pussy feels like raw sandpaper and I can’t seem to move any of my extremities. He must sense the doubt that’s about to come crashing down around me, so he leans down and lightly kisses my bare shoulder.

“Nel, I like you; I want to see where this goes, but only if you want to. Only if you’re comfortable with this. You have Jax to think about and I don’t want to stand in between you and the life you’ve built with your son.”

My heart stops. Never in my life has a man said anything close to something so perfect, and when our eyes meet, I know without a doubt that I will do anything in my power to make this work.

“I like you too,” I whisper as his lips stretch into a smile that causes my entire body to come alive. “But…”

The smile falters right before I take the hand that rests on my stomach and bring it to my lips.

“I need to talk to Jaxon before this goes any further.” As much as I wish I could throw caution to the wind, I need to think of my son. He is more important than the number of orgasms I can have in an hour.

The answer to that question is six.

“Nel, I know I’m just some washed-up rock star, but I do know that your son comes first, and I would never make you choose.”

My eyes lower before his fingers dip beneath my chin, lifting my eyes back to his. “As much as I wish I could spend every waking hour learning your body and that gorgeous brain of yours, I’m okay with going slow.”

The breath I let out lifts some of the weight I’ve been carrying for the past few days.

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