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“Yes.” her fingers gripped his strong arms, digging into his flesh. “I need more.”
“I want to give you more.” He moved slowly at what seemed to be a snail’s pace.
“It feels so good.” She gasped. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” Pulling his hand from her tight grip, he drifted down to the curly hairs of her sex until he was stroking the sensitive flesh.
“Flynn.”
“Hmm.” He was soothing the bite marks he was making on her flesh as he tortured her with his fingers. His thrusts were lazy, rhythmic movements that promised her more but were deliberately holding back and serving to drive her crazy with need.
“I can’t.”
“You can.” Using his other hand, he twisted her face to brush his lips against hers. “We have all the time in the world, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” her breath fanned his face, making him crazy. His breath soughed through his chest as the passion increased. “I need more.” Pushing her bottom up, she increased the pace and forced him to do the same.
His cock slipped completely out of her, and before she could protest, which she seemed on the verge of doing, he plunged his fingers into the moistness, going in deep.
She came explosively, her slender body trembling. Seizing her lips, he captured the mewling cries as he ravaged her lips. In the throes of her climax, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his bursting erection. A shudder went through his long, lean body as the climax claimed him.
He came, his seed pouring into her as if it would never stop. With his heart hammering inside his chest, he held her against him, his body shuddering, his soul consumed by her.
“Never before-” he whispered into her neck. “I have never felt anything like this before. You have the power to eradicate me. If you don’t love me-”
“I love you.” She whispered achingly, her body still wracked with sensations. “I love you so much. I never thought it was even possible. I love you.”
Twisting her chin around, he searched her face with eyes darkened by emotions. “Say it again.”
“I love you.” Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but she did not care. This remarkable man stormed into her life when she had given up hope of finding true love. “I love you, Flynn.”
Her reward was a kiss that stole her mind and her breath and her clinging to him as if she would never let him go.
She fell asleep with him spooning her. They were still intimately joined, and she was content to remain that way. But long after her even breathing indicated that she was fat asleep, he could not close his eyes.
She loved him. That was all that mattered to him. He had accomplished a hell of a lot in his life over the years through sheer determination and grit and the need to get out of the awful poverty, but all of that pales in comparison to the woman sleeping in his arms.
He had spent months reeling from the betrayal of a woman he thought he was in love with and never dreamed it was possible to find anything that would inspire him to open his heart again.
They fought, argued, and were both equally stubborn, but even when he was frustrated with her, he still loved her. He wanted to protect her from the horrors of the world, and he was going to. She loved him. Oh, Christ! He was so happy, he wanted to do a damn jig.
But for now, he was going to take her out dancing and dining, fly her to exotic places, show her off, and buy her a fortune in jewelry—diamonds—no, he shook his head. Emeralds, perhaps rubies, and maybe sapphires.
She was going to protest, but he did not care and would not allow her to stop him. Tightening his arms around her possessively, he brought her closer and drifted off to sleep.
*****
“What is it?” He watched her closely as she ate the soft-boiled egg and toast.
“Nothing.”
“Try again.” Julia had rushed out to assist a friend and told them she hoped they would both be home for dinner.
“Just tired.” She admitted, sliding the spoon into the runny yolk.
He immediately felt guilty for keeping her up last night. Not only that, but he had woken her up and started all over again.
“Stay home.”