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“Perfect.” Reaching for her hand, he led the way to the food kiosks, which were dressed up with big red bows and garlands of pine. As they waited for their drinks, a surge of absolute certainty hit her.

There’d be growing pains—that was inevitable in any new relationship.

They’d both suffered deep scars from past relationships—who hadn’t?

But they were starting off on the right foot. They were being honest. They were communicating. And they had an intense bond worth fighting for.

Happiness flowing through her, she squeezed his hand and got up on her toes to whisper the words she couldn’t keep in one second longer. “I love you.”

Chapter Fifteen

Soft hands gliding across his skin, caressing…

The swish of silky hair over his thighs.

A bloom of arousal made Beau stir. Usually, he had a hard time sleeping through the night, so he kept his bedroom blackout-dark. That meant when he opened his eyes, he couldn’t see the woman kissing a path down his chest. But her sweet, feminine scent filled his senses and made him go hard.

A wet tongue swirled around the head of his cock, sending an electric current through his nervous system. When her hot mouth sucked him deeply, his back arched off the bed. His fingers speared into her hair, and as she worked his cock, he had to muffle his cries so no one in the house could hear him.

Cupping the back of her head, he rocked his hips, thrusting his aching cock mercilessly until the pressure grew unbearable. He was going to come, and it was too soon. He pulled out of her slick mouth, reached under her arms, and hauled her up the bed. He flicked on the lamp so he could see her swollen mouth and disheveled hair. “Get on your hands and knees. I’m gonna fuck you from behind.”

She let out a breathy gasp and did as he asked, leaning on her elbows and hiking her bottom for him. Fuck, but he loved the shape of her ass and that soft, smooth skin. He couldn’t resist giving one cheek a smack. She moaned, pushing back and swaying her hips. As badly as his cock ached to be inside her, he needed to touch her. Everywhere.

She loves me.

This perfect, beautiful, smart, talented, kind woman loves me.

It was the last thing he’d expected her to say. Not since he’d been holding off, worried about scaring her with the intensity of his feelings.

But that’s the difference between us. She’s so fucking brave.

Pressing himself tight against her, he ran his hands up her back and around to her chest, filling his palms with her plump breasts.

“Fuck me, Beau. Do it now.”

Not until she knew what she meant to him. He kissed the small of her back, pinched her nipples, and then reached between her legs to find her clit. She moaned, those sexy hips rocking back, chasing his cock.

As his finger swirled, she lowered her head, making the kind of erotic sounds that had him frantic to get inside her. He grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked her back. “I love you. You hear me?” And then, he pushed inside her. “I fucking love you.”

Her inner walls clenched, and he began thrusting.

More. Harder. Faster.

It would never be enough. He would never get his fill of this woman. He loved everything about her.

She was moaning, matching his thrusts. “I need…I need…”

“Me.” He slammed into her so hard, she nearly toppled over. “You need me. And you’ve got me for the rest of your life.” Hands gripping her hips, he drove into her again and again. “With us, it’s only going to get better. You get me?”

“Mmhm.”

All his senses collided in an explosion that rocked him to his core. It was the sight of her long hair shimmying and her ass cheeks jiggling with the force of his thrusts, her scent surrounding him—that hint of peach from her hair, and the now-familiar essence of her that drove him wild. It was the feel of her smooth skin under his palm as he skimmed it up her back to trace her hourglass shape. And it was the sounds she made as she lost herself in desire, the rising urgency, the desperation for release.

“I love you, Beau.” She could barely get out the words. Her tone was almost panicked.

He reached between her legs, found her sensitive nub, and felt the rush of need drench his fingers. Her back arched, and her hips shot back.

She ground against him. “Beau.”

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