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Under my gaze, her dark eyes fill with tears, and she blinks them away. Her hands tremble as she signs to me, lips moving slowly along with her hands so I can understand better.

‘Always yours, yes… and you… you always mine.’

I gather her to me even closer. “Forever,” I tell her seriously.

She nods up at me.‘Forever,’she mouths, then pulls me down for a kiss I’m only too eager to give.

CHAPTER20

Mia

Iblink awake, grinning to myself as I try to stretch and can't quite manage to, my movements impeded by Carson's large, warm frame draped all over me. The upper portion of his body is half twisted onto its side, and one of his big hands covers the part of my stomach that meets my mound, fingers crushed between our lower bodies as they lightly grip my trimmed curls, still wet with our releases. His other hand is resting on the small of my back, fingers clutching one of my butt cheeks possessively even in his sleep, as he holds my center splayed open against his groin while one of my thighs is thrown over his hip. His hard erection is digging deliciously into my skin and making my face go up in flames at every little jolt it makes.

I swear that thing never goes down.

At first, in the past week, I thought it was because we weren’t doingeverything,so I figured he stayed rock-hard through the night because his lust had not been fulfilled to his liking yet. But after last night, I’m not so sure anymore. We made love over and over –and over– again until we practically passed out, and he’s still…happyeven in his sleep.

Oh, well… I guess only a crazy woman would have reason to complain. And I’m sane.

I reach down to stroke his head of messy, damp hair as it rests on my chest. His forehead is touching the center of my sternum, bearded chin tickling the inner side of the breast he is half-using as a pillow, mouth open near my nipple, bathing it in his hot breath and keeping it as hard as a little stub with the continued teasing sensation.

There’s not a single inch between us, and I can feel the steady thud of his heart reverberating through my ribs.

He is so much bigger than me, and he’s had to contort in such a way in order to hold me to him this closely that he’s going to wake up with a crick in his neck for sure.

And I’m pretty sure I won’t be faring much better by the time I get up. One of my thighs, the one that’s not going over his right hip, is trapped by his left leg and held against the mattress at an odd angle.

We are a sweaty, uncomfortable mess through and through, and I couldn’t care less because it still feels freaking amazing.

My little grin turns into a full-on smile.

I feel so… good.

I never want to move from this spot, not even a teensy tiny bit. But I know that I must… reality is knocking on our door in the form of my bladder starting to send distress signals even now, and my legs are spread in such a fashion that there’s no way I can hold my pee for much longer.

I will snuggle in his arms for another minute, and then either I can wiggle free somehow, or I’ll have to wake him, which would be too bad because I know only too well that he’s tired. I smirk. I’m the one who tired him out, after all.

With my next sideway ninja-squirm, Carson takes the decision off my hands by waking up on his own. So, I'm not that stealthy, then.

He mumbles something into my chest. I can’t hear the words, but I do feel the manly growl that leaves his throat, so I catch his meaning anyway, ‘Don’t move’.

Sure enough, his head shakes side to side against my skin, making me giggle. He looks up at me from between the valley of my breasts and gives me a sleepy smile.

I read his lips. “Hello, baby! Going somewhere?” he asks before lowering his face again and dropping a kiss that turns into a yawn against the inside of one of my breasts.

I run my fingers through his hair and then gently grip the longer locks at the front to get his attention. Carson looks up at me drowsily and manages to make even that look sexy as hell.

‘Hi, there, Big Grumpy. I need to get up. Bathroom break,’I tell him, mouthing the words slowly so he can follow even in the semi-darkness of the room.

He sighs and moves up my body a little, then he drops another kiss on me —this time on the side of my neck— and lets me go.

I roll away from him, playfully slapping his hands away and giggling when he tries to drag me back against him, and then I stand up from the bed. Sure enough, my body feels like I was hit by a Mack truck. I’m delightfully sore all over, especially between my thighs, which I don’t mind, to tell the truth, but I could do without the aching legs and back.

Carson turns on his back and stretches in the middle of the giant bed like a big wild cat, his aqua-green eyes giving me a smoldering, slow once-over that makes me forget all about the little aches and pains in my body as I tingle and flush all over.

I smile down at him as I pluck his sky-blue shirt off the floor and pull it on. The thing looks so oversized on me that it almost passes my knees, the sleeves extending several hands limply past my fingertips.

I go into the en-suite bathroom and quickly take care of business, then rush back.

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