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“You’re all I want,” he says. “All I need. I’ve been chasing shadows. I know that. What I should’ve been chasing was love. Baby, please. Please know that I love you.”

I take his hand and I press it to my heart. “I’ve never been one for sentiment,” I say, “ but I do know it.”

I take his hand and press it to my lips. “Would you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

“Would you make love to me?”

His smile is slow and deliciously wicked. “With pleasure.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Tony moved slowly inside her, their eyes locked on each other. Her lips were parted, and her face was alight with pleasure. With love.

Even if he lived for a thousand years, he knew damn well that he would never understand what he did to deserve this woman. This strong, beautiful woman who loved him so openly and so completely.

She was his other half, and it was a miracle that somehow through all the shit of their lives, they managed to come together.

“Hey,” she said, a sensual smile playing on those beautiful lips. “Where are you?”

“Here. With you. Always.”

“Good answer.” She wiggled her hips. “But I was wondering where your mind had gone.”

“I was thinking about you. I was thinking about how much I love you. What a miracle you are to me.”

“What we are to each other, you mean. Such a short amount of time in the calendar of my life, but now I can’t even imagine a life without you. How weird is that?”

“If you’re weird, I am, too. Because I can’t imagine life without you.”

She laughed. “Are we becoming sappy? I don’t think that’s part of my job spec. I’m supposed to be a hard ass.”

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”

She laughed, and he took advantage to flip her over so that he was on his back and she was riding him.

“I like this,” she said. “I like being in charge.”

“I like letting you be in charge. Just don’t expect it all the time.”

“I think we’re going to have to get a coin that we flip. See who gets to be on top.”

“I have a better idea“

“What’s that?”

“Right now? I just want you to ride me.”

She laughed, but complied, her body rocking with his, their pleasure rising together. It felt so good to be deep inside her. To have that connection. To be able to watch her face as they went over the edge together.

For a few more moments, he thought about how lucky he was, but then the capacity of rational thought left him. He was only need and lust. His lust. Her need. And a little bit of vice-versa.

As she arched back, her hips rocking as she rode him toward an explosive climax, he slipped his finger between their bodies, so that she was stroking her clit on his hand as she moved. He watched her breasts bounce—and dear God, wasn’t that hot—and felt how wet she was. How tight. And then, as she spiraled over, he felt her pussy clench around him, the power of her orgasm squeezing him like a vise so that he bucked and moaned and exploded inside her.

Sated, she fell forward, their bodies still connected. He’d deal with the damn condom later. Right now, he just wanted to feel her heat against his skin.

“That was amazing,” she murmured as life flowed back into her. “You’re amazing.”