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He pulled her right next to his heart. “I fell in love with you that unforgettable night we danced on the London Eye. I was already falling before, even if I couldn’t admit it to myself, but with you in my arms that night, I was lost.”
“Maybe you were found,” she said, her eyes shining. “Because I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you at Matt and Ari’s wedding, when I told the girls you had my name written all over you in lipstick.”
He laughed. “You told them that, huh?”
“I did,” she said with a nod. “Except I couldn’t admit to myself I was falling for you either.”
He couldn’t keep his hands off her for another moment, pulling her close until their lips met. For the first time, he kissed the woman he was going to marry.
She tasted so sweet and fit against him so perfectly that he barely felt the pain of his split lip or his swollen eye or his bruised ribs.
“Have you ever seen my bedroom?” he asked.
“Not yet. Is today my lucky day?”
“It’s my lucky day.” He led her down the hall to his big bed. On another day, he’d carry her, but his ribs weren’t up to it right now. “Although I do believe I’ll always be partial to Wild Bill McCutchen’s big brass bed.”
She laughed the way he hoped she would for the rest of their lives. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”
She was still laughing when she climbed onto his bed, tugged her shirt over her head, and popped the snaps on her jeans. All that sweet, smooth, tasty skin was a feast before his one fully open eye. He wanted her so badly that his heart ached.
As he crawled over her, she put a hand to his face, stroked his broken lip, beneath the tender skin of his eye. “Are you sure you’re up to this?”
“Nothing could tear me away from you. Especially not a few cuts and bruises.” He shrugged out of his shirt and jeans, throwing them on the floor on top of hers. Any ache or pain would be worth having her in his arms.
She lay there, gorgeous in a skimpy bra and panties. He wanted to eat her up, but she got to him first, tracing her fingers over the bruises on his chest and abdomen, her touch easing away any ache.
“Have I ever told you how sexy those boxer briefs are on you? Tight in all the right places.”
Her words, her touch, her eyes on him, made the ache coil tighter inside him. She tugged on his briefs, set him free, and suddenly she was sliding him into her mouth.
There had never been anything like Lyssa’s mouth on him. She toyed with him, pushing him to the edge of ecstasy, then pulling back, only to drive him wild again with her hands and her lips and her tongue.
“You make me crazy.” His voice was a harsh rasp. “But I need to be inside you.”
She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. “I’ve heard older men can keep going for a very long time.”
God, she made him laugh. And groan with pleasure. “If you’re laying down the challenge, I can promise you, I’m up for it. Five, ten, fifteen times. However many orgasms you need, I’ll give them to you.”
“Go ahead,” she teased, throwing herself back against the pillows. “I’m counting.”
He fell on her, snapping the clasp on her bra. As the lace fell away, she arched, begging for his kiss on the tips. He sucked her into his mouth, making her shiver with pleasure.
“Mmmm, you are definitely on the right track.”
He trailed kisses down her abdomen, over the slight swell of her belly where their baby grew, their miracle child, everything he’d ever wanted. Then he moved down between her legs and made love to her with his mouth, kissed her, licked her, touched her, stroked her, and entered her with his fingers. Until she shuddered and cried out and clenched around him.
Crawling back up, he said “Number one,” kissing every inch of her skin, until finally he reached her mouth.
Then he took her to the heights once more with just his fingers, starting slow, faster, circling until she moaned against his lips.
“Number two.” And he started again.
She laughed and wriggled beneath him. “I changed my mind. Two is enough. I want you inside me.”
“Oh no. I’m an honorable man.” He dropped a kiss on her lips. “At least ten is a point of honor. Although I’m more than up for fifteen if you want.”
She made it to five before begging, “Please, I just want you inside me. I need you so badly.”
“I need you too.” At last, he took her—hard, deep, fast. “Forever, Lyssa. Forever.”
* * *
It had been two days since Saturday’s disastrous barbecue.
