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The whimper in her voice and the need for me to be inside her nearly broke me as I slid out my fingers and pushed inside her, still teasing her with my hands.

“Oh, Shep,” she hissed as I moved inside her. “Amazing.”

“Yeah?” I said, nuzzling my mouth next to her neck as her body stayed on the verge with every thrust. I brushed my thumb along her thighs and between them as I dove deeper and felt her legs wrap around me.

“Please don’t stop. I love...”

Please say ‘you’.

“This.”

Her small hands ran across my back as her breathing turned ragged, and she spun me into another galaxy as I savored every part of this woman. I felt her clench around me as her body shuddered and her moans of pleasure rang through the air.

I couldn’t last any longer. Pushing into her and feeling her let go sent me into a frenzied world of dreams, and just when I thought it couldn’t get better, she looked up at me with her beautiful green eyes and smiled, whispering,

“Can we do it again?”

I smiled, realizing Lucy would always be full of surprises.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Too Good to be True

Lucy

A flimsy sheet covered me while I stayed sprawled in Shep’s bed as the sunlight splashed across his bedroom in a dizzying array of sparkling dots. The smell of coffee permeated the air, and I was absolutely starving.

And a puddle of confusion blurred into a simple fact that I couldn’t shake.

I had fallen for Shep.

Okay, a tad more than that...

Oh, my gosh. What had I done? Where had I dared let my heart go?

Everything about last night was magical. I couldn’t have asked for anything more, and it confirmed my worst fear. I wasn’t falling for Shep. I already fell, and I fell hard.

The way he held me so tenderly last night after we’d had sex created a space I’d never experienced before. There was an unspoken vulnerability shared between us where I no longer felt as worried about the unknown. We’d face it together. We’d go as slow or as fast as we needed.

Just thinking about Shep made my chest swell to twice its size.

He understood my vulnerabilities and had no reason to expose them.

“Good, you followed orders,” Shep teased, walking into his bedroom with a food tray. “Since we never got to dinner last night, I made the quiche, and you get some leftover salad.”

I scooted right up in bed and pulled the sheet over me as he walked toward me.

He smiled at me. “You don’t have to do that, you know.”

“Do what?”

Shep chuckled, placing the breakfast tray over my lap. “Cover up.”

“Right. Nothing like a pair of boobs dangling over some quiche to be uber sexy.”

Shep shook his head and sighed. “You have no idea what it would do to me, actually.”

I laughed, taking a sip of the fresh coffee as he spun around. “Where are you going?”

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