Page 60 of Resisting Her Playboy Boss

‘And I want to be involved.’ He nodded, seeming to miss her total astonishment. ‘I don’t want them turning themselves inside out to get my attention. I don’t want to do that to our children. I want them to know how important they are.’

The security shehadn’tbeen given by her parents. Knowing he understood that made her melt completely. She leaned against his chest. ‘I think if you tell them...’

He shook his head. ‘Words aren’t enough,’ he whispered. ‘It’s all in the actions. Words mean nothing if they’re not backed up with action. I want toshowthem. Just as I want to show you.’

‘You already have.’

‘No, I’ve only just begun. I love you, Ellie. Let me show you how for the rest of our days.’

Not often did an actual climax live up to the fantasy of Ellie’s unlimited—heavily Hollywood influenced—imagination. This moment wasn’t like that. There was no cinematic tweaking, no flash mob dancing, no proposals in neon lights... But nothing could beat the sincerity shining in the light in his eyes. Nothing could beat the liquid joy racing in her veins. Nothing could stop her from smiling, from crying. She squeezed her eyes shut as her tears flowed faster. Warmth seeped into her skin—the feel of his skin, his strong body, his tight embrace. Yes, the blaze of passion was there, but it was based on an eternal flame, a lick of heat that was all security. All his love.

She’d never felt so treasured. So wanted. In every way that mattered. In that most special of ways. She was his partner in everything. His equal. And they were going to work ittogether.

‘I love you.’ She’d give him everything she had to give. It could never be too much, now she understood that. He wanted it all—wanted to give her the same.

He groaned. ‘I need you.’

She couldn’t believe he was so blown away to have her in his arms. That he too was so ecstatic and so relieved that she’d opened up to him. As if he’d really believed she might not.

He moved, lifting her.

‘This is a bad idea,’ she yelped. ‘You’re injured.’

‘I’m fine,’ he argued.

‘You’re not.’

‘Hold me back any longer and I won’t be. Please let me do this.’

She cupped his cheek with her hand. ‘Only if you let me take care of you too.’

He smiled at her—that lucky, lovely smile—and carried her to the place they both needed to be. She muffled her gasps when she saw the extent of his bruising, but he’d already seen her distress.

‘It looks worse than it is.’

‘Liar.’ She brushed a kiss over the purplish skin near his ribs.

‘I love you.’

‘We haven’t had sex this simple,’ she said softly as he carefully moved over her.

‘This isn’t simple,’ he answered. ‘And this isn’t sex.’

She arched instinctively, her neck, her spine, her feet. Every muscle clenched on the pleasure of him, breathing hard already. Abandoned moans were a mere thrust away.

‘This is love.’ His biceps rippled as he braced over her, pausing before driving his point home. ‘This is making love.’

She cried, ‘Oh, yes.’

He groaned and pulled back, trying to slow down. ‘It’s not going to be a marathon.’

‘Not a problem.’ She arched again, the ripples starting already.

His grin was lopsided and strained. And so lucky. Their eyes met—vulnerable, revealing. Trusting.

In the aftermath he nuzzled closer, his weight so wonderfully heavy on her. She blew cool, teasing air over his face and neck.

‘I think I’m the luckiest guy ever,’ he whispered gruffly.

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