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Quinn continued sliding herself up and down his spent length, her body a piston as she drew out every molecule of pleasure for the man who’d given her the same. By the time their movements slowed and their breaths calmed, Parker’s gorgeous, sculpted face was the epitome of primal male satisfaction.

Her entire upper body fell against his. Hot and sweaty, their heaving breaths moved in tandem as they took a moment to get their bearings.

Cheek resting against his chiseled pecs, her whispered confession brought the comfortable silence to an end. “I never knew it could be like that.”

“Neither did I.” He leaned up, his lips pressing against the top of her head in a sweet, lingering kiss.

Parker’s voice was deep and rough. Satisfied.

I did that.

A lazy, slightly-smug grin spread across Quinn’s lips as she lifted her head and brought her heavy gaze to his. “I mean it, Park. That was…”

Wonderful? Incredible? Mind-blowing?

There wasn’t a description worthy of what they’d just shared. Apparently the man still buried inside her agreed.

“I know, sweetheart.” Another heart-melting kiss to her hair. “Trust me, I know.”

It could be a line. Weightless platitudes meant to appease her in those first few moments spent in after-sex limbo. But Quinn didn’t think so.

After all, wasn’t this usually the time when the guy would make some excuse as to why he needed to leave? Early morning shift at work, can’t sleep with anyone else in their bed…was up late the night before caring for a sick parent…

She’d heard them all.

But Parker wasn’t saying any of those things. He wasn’t rushing to kick her out of his bed. And sex with him wasn’t, well, all about him.

He’d been generous with his attention. Unhurried in his efforts to please her. And unlike the few men she’d been with in the past, he’d made sure she was taken care of first—twice, even—before worrying about his own desires and needs.

So no, Quinn didn’t believe Parker was like any of those men. She just prayed she was right.

The man flew halfway across the country to find you, Q. He brought you into his home without so much as a second thought, and he’s been working tirelessly to find the man who broke into your home. What more does he have to do to prove he’s not like Justin…or your dad?

Hating to do it, Quinn pushed herself up, her breath stuttering as he slid from her sensitive flesh. Falling to the mattress beside him, she reveled in the stolen moment.

Without a word, Parker leaned over, kissing her lovingly before disappeared behind a set of double doors across the room to her left. Lost in a sea of sated bliss, Quinn almost missed the sound of running water coming from behind those partially closed doors.

Shower.

The sound of soft footfalls had her lids peeling open, her breath catching at what she saw. Or rather, what shefelt.

Moving across the room at a leisurely pace, Parker was the very definition of male beauty. But it was the emotions radiating from his handsome face that had her lungs freezing and her heart swelling.

Peace. Happiness. And if she let herself believe it…love.

Quinn found all those things and more reflected in his gorgeous eyes, but that was crazy, right? One round of wonderful, incredible, soul-filling sex did not equal love.

And even if she wanted to go down that road again—a thought that was as terrifying as it was enticing—it was way,waytoo soon for that.

Is it, though?

Quinn considered the unspoken question as Parker closed the final distance between him and the bed. They’d only just met, yet she’d known him for nearly a year. He may not have revealed his real name or what he did for a living, but she knew those things now.

Those and so much more.

Likewise, she’d only recently given him her real name and the seedy details of her regretful past, but he knew those things now. The good, the bad, the embarrassingly ugly—Parker knew it all. And for reasons she may never understand, the sexy-as-sin man was still here.

He was here, and he was naked, and…

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