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“What about all my baggage? It’s not only my remarkable ability to get abducted on a regular basis. There’re the spirits, and I’ll never want to have biological children.”

“I can live without kids. Or we could adopt. I don’t think I can live without you.”

“And the rest?”

“Tell me there aren’t any dead people watching us at the moment.”

“No, we’re good.”

I kissed her again, more deeply this time, and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I carried her to the bed. This was the honeymoon suite—surely there had to be condoms in here somewhere? I struck gold in the nightstand drawer and held up my prize.

“You good with this, Mrs. Cullen?”

“Just hurry up and give me your cock.” She clapped both hands over her mouth. “I’m so sorry! I don’t know where those words even came from.”

“It’s yours, sweetheart. It’s all yours.”

I pressed my lips against the thundering pulse in Kim’s neck, then trailed my tongue along the edge of her jaw. I swear she didn’t realise how stunning she was. Pale skin, glossy hair, a slim waist, and curves not even Photoshop could compete with. I never wanted to stop touching her.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, just in case I forgot later. My mind was already drowning in her fucking aura.

When she tangled her fingers in my hair, I no longer cared that I hadn’t gotten it cut. But I loosened her grip for long enough to get her out of her fancy dress. Diane von something-or-other, but I didn’t care about the name, more the fact that I could open the whole thing by tugging on the tie at the waist. Ten seconds, and she was naked underneath me, soft in all the right places and blushing nicely. Too fucking cute.

It shouldn’t have surprised me, but Kim tried as hard with her underwear as she did with everything else in her life. Scraps of pink lace barely covered the good bits, and I tugged her bra down so her nipples poked over the top. That little gasp when I sucked one into my mouth nearly made me come in my boxers.

“This isn’t fair,” she mumbled.

“What isn’t fair?” I kissed my way down her stomach, and her eyes rolled back into her head. I liked that she didn’t try to hide who she was anymore, that she was unashamedly hot and bothered.

“You’re still wearing clothes.”

“Then take them off.”

Slender, trembling fingers reached for my belt, and after a few fumbles, I paused to help her because I couldn’t wait a moment longer either. Wanton Kimberly turned me into a horny teenager again.

Then she closed her dainty fist around my cock, and the only thing that mattered was getting inside that sweet warmth.

In the past, I’d treated sex as a mind-numbing pleasure. Something to indulge in at the end of a night out without worrying too much about what came next. With Kim, it was different. My hot little mess. Perfectly put-together on the outside, mixed up on the inside, and, as I quickly discovered, totally wild between the sheets. When she said she didn’t spit, she meant it.

The moment I slid into her, I got the strangest feeling of coming home, as though we were meant to be together. And when she gasped my name and locked onto me with those baby blues, there were only three words I could say.

“I love you.”

Her eyes got wider. And wetter.

Oh fuck. “Don’t cry, sweetheart.”

“Are you crazy? How can I not cry? I’m so freaking happy.”

“So these are good tears?”

She pulled me closer, mashing her wet cheek against mine as she whispered into my ear.

“These are good tears, Mr. Jennings. I love you too.”

CHAPTER 36 - KIMBERLY

I’D NEVER BEEN so tired in my life. A week of police interviews in the daytime and Reed’s attentions at night had left me drained. And I couldn’t walk very well either, but luckily everyone thought that was due to the poison oak.

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