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Somebody not like me. But I can’t say the words. God, I’m a terrible, greedy human being.

David takes my silence for acquiescence. “Exactly. You can’t. Only I know who the somebody perfect I deserve is. And I’ve decided it’s you.” He kisses my knuckles, then threads his fingers with mine, linking our hands tightly. “I love you, Erin Clare. Be mine, for real.”

Something warm and honeylike fills my heart, making me languid and content and happy. I desperately want to hold him and make him feel this…this joyful affection with me. Is this love? If so, it’s too sweet and achingly beautiful to bear.

“Well?” he prompts when I’m quiet too long for his taste.

“If I say yes, I’m being selfish.” And God forgive me, I so, so want to squeeze my eyes shut against all the reasons why I shouldn’t even entertain this and just grab him and hold on to him as hard as I can.

Amusement glitters in his gorgeous gray eyes. “I love it when you’re selfish. You should be selfish more often.”

I kiss him instead of giving him the answer he seeks, the answer I wish I could give. Pour all the longing in my soul, all the dreams I can’t have.

He cups my face as though he’s holding something infinitely fragile and rare. As our tongues tangle, breaths mingle, love thunders in my heart.

Unable to contain all the swelling feelings, I sneak my hands inside his shirt and touch his warm, taut body. I want this man right now. I need to see his face break with the pleasure I can give him.

Shedding my clothes, I straddle him. His cock is already hard and nestles perfectly against my folds, sending a wave of liquid heat through me. I pull at his shirt, dragging it up his torso and over his head.

“Take everything off,” I say, watching his eyes darken with desire.

I lift my hips, and he gets rid of his pants and underwear, takes out a condom from a pocket and lays it on the pillow. I position myself back over him, so now it’s bare cock against my wet heat. My toes curl, and the air in my lungs grow thick. I glide along the shaft. Every time the cock head bumps against my clit, my body trembles with hot streaks of lust.

“Erin… God, you’re gorgeous,” he rasps, his breathing uneven.

I smile. “So are you.” I wish you could be mine forever.

He kisses me again, trailing his fingers along my spine, then the sides of my breasts, flicking across my nipples. Everywhere he touches, I’m on fire.

I let my hands roam his hot, hard body, greedy and eager. Every little sound he makes deep in his throat encourages me to continues, my nerves hypersensitive for him.

Giving his mouth one final lick, I reach over and grab the condom. I can’t wait anymore. I fumble with it, my hands unsteady.

“Let me.”

He reaches over and helps me with the uncooperative foil. Then I sheathe him, protecting both of us. The smile he gives me is hot and wicked, and anticipation sparks along my back like fireworks.

I wrap my hand around his thickness and guide myself over it carefully, then sink onto him, filling myself delicious inch by delicious inch. His eyes are on mine, and they’re saying I’m in control. He’s mine for now. The eroticism of the moment sends a pulse of desire through me, followed by intense possessiveness that leaves me breathless.

With a deliberate, slow rhythm, I ride him. Pleasure glazes his silvery eyes and roughens his breathing. I pick up the tempo, wanting to see him shatter, cry out my name.

The muscles in his neck tighten. The planes of his face get sharper. Bliss swirls around me, then pools between my thighs.

“You’re so pretty when you’re on top.”

At his rasped words, excitement sizzles over me. He thumbs my beaded nipples, cups my breasts. Then, as if he can’t control himself anymore, he thrusts upward to meet me. The impact reverberates, sending a shock of pleasure through me, making me clench my teeth against a rising moan, my back arched.

He does it again. And again.

And I cling to him, my nails digging into his chest, my eyes on him.

His fingers grip my hips, and he moves with me, my name on his lips like a desperate prayer…or a vow. Ecstasy is building hard and fast. My vision blurs. Sobbing his name, I squeeze my eyes shut as an orgasm explodes. Hear him groan and feel him grind against me as a climax hits him.

I collapse onto him, my hands on his solid shoulders. He pulls me closer, holding me like he’ll never let go.

I wish time would just freeze right here, with us entwined, replete with pleasure. But it won’t. So for the moment, I close my eyes and pretend I’m just a normal person with normal dreams and all the normal future possibilities.

Chapter Forty-Four


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