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Somewhere along the way, the infuriating Marine had slipped behind her defenses and laid claim to her heart. And for the first time, the thought of forever with a man didn’t terrify her.

It felt right.

It felt like home.

She caught his face between her hands. “Ya lyublyu tebya, Ronan Murphy,” she rasped.

He stilled, his eyes searching hers in the dim glow filtering through the van’s front windows. “And I love you, Felicity Graham.”

His mouth claimed hers again, but this time his kiss was a promise. A vow to cherish her love, her, always.

Her hands slid to the back of his head, and she pressed herself against him. “I’m yours, Ronan.’

“Damn straight you are,” he muttered against her lips.

Gah. This man.

She tugged at his shirt, seeking skin. He broke away long enough to yank his Henley over his head. A heartbeat later, hers joined it on the floor, leaving her in a lacy black bra.

His gaze lifted to hers before drifting lower, heat flaring in his eyes as a wicked grin curved his mouth.

Ronan closed his hands around her waist and lifted her onto the mattress. His mouth found the sensitive skin above the lace while his fingers undid the clip at the back and the bra fell away. He lowered his head, closing his mouth over a nipple, his thumb flicking the other. Felicity grabbed his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin, and her head fell back as she surrendered to him and the exquisite sensations he coaxed from her.

She made a sound of protest when he finally lifted his head, comforted only by the fact that he was breathing as hard as she was.

The clink of a buckle was followed by the rasp of a zipper. She looked down in time to watch him shove his jeans and boxers down his legs and kick them aside.

Felicity wrapped her hand around his cock, and they both moaned. He rested his forehead against hers while she stroked him, delighting in the shudder that rippled through him.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“That’s the idea,” she rasped.

He gave a rough groan. “Lie back,” he ordered, giving her shoulder a not-so-gentle nudge. “I need to taste you.”

She flopped back, and within moments her jeans and panties were gone.

Ronan settled between her legs and feasted. She fisted the bedding as his mouth and hands worked in perfect harmony, drawing her higher and higher until she arched off the mattress, her legs trembling, her heart pounding, breathless cries spilling from her lips.

She moaned as her orgasm swept through her, and still he continued, relentless but tender, until she finally fisted his hair and pulled him away, desperate for more. “In me. Now.”

She scrambled backward on the bed, and he followed, covering her body with his. When he finally joined with her, she closed her eyes and held on.

For a woman who had experienced both the darkest and most detached sides of sex, what she felt with Ronan was … more.

So much more.

Yes, they had been together before, but this felt different.

This was permanence.

This was coming home.

She stared into his beautiful eyes, midnight dark. “I’m yours, Ronan. Now and always.”

“Yes. Yes, you are.”

She laughed. He was so dammed cocky and sure.