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"I love you, Nik. Oh, God, Nik. I love you."
The pleasure she gave him.
His release tore through him. It ruptured inside him, spurting from his cock in hard, hot jets as he heard himself groan her name. Fought, held back the emotions ripping through him, and swore he had never known anything this powerful, this exquisite, in his life.
He'd never known love, but he knew it now.
Burying his head at her shoulder, he gave in to it, let it tear through him, let it have him.
And he knew without Mikayla there was no love, no laughter, there was no life. Nik was gone when Mikayla awoke the next morning.
Rising from the bed, she felt her stomach tighten in panic and fear, felt the pain that tore through her.
Surely he wouldn't leave without telling her good-bye.
"He wouldn't," she whispered as she felt tears dampen her eyes. He wouldn't just walk away.
Jerking her robe on, she rushed out of her room, to the guest room, threw open the 221
door, and stared at a naked, clearly curious Nik as he turned to her. He'd showered. There was a towel cinching his hard hips, emphasizing the tight, hard abs of his stomach.
And he was packing his bag.
Mikayla felt her lips tremble and hastily stilled them. She wasn't going to cry. She wasn't going to make him feel guilty because he couldn't love her. That wasn't love, she told herself.
Her eyes turned once again to the leather bag and the clothes stacked beside it as he turned around, the fingers of one hand clenched.
"I was afraid you wouldn't say good-bye," she whispered. His head tilted to the side, a little smile playing about his lips.
"Why would I do that, Mikayla?"
She shook her head, fighting back the tears. "I don't know." She could feel the p
ain churning in her stomach now, the knowledge that she was losing every dream she had ever had. When he walked out, all the love she had dreamed of having, of feeling, would be gone.
"Mikayla." She watched as he moved to her, like a predator, like a fierce Viking warrior easing up to her.
She wanted to cry, and she swore to herself she wouldn't. When he lifted a hand and brushed her hair back, though, it was all she could do to hold the tears back.
"I'm not a mercenary," he stated.
Mikayla nodded. "I know."
His lips quirked.
"I'm away a lot. Being with a man like me wouldn't be easy." He was making excuses?
"Please, Nik--"
"You said you loved me again last night, Mikayla," he said then. And she had said she wouldn't ask for promises. But she hadn't asked for promises; she had only told him how she felt.
What did he expect her to say? That she was sorry? Well, she wasn't, and she wasn't about to lie about it.
"So I did." She was glaring back at him before she realized it. "It's too late to take it back now, so I guess you'll just have to live with it."
"I guess I will." His hand lifted again, cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her lips. "Say it again."
"What?" Confusion rocked her. "Say what?"
