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“Wait...” he said. “I need to get something.”
He reached into the nightstand drawer and took out a foil packet.
She helped him put it in place.
* * *
“Now,” she demanded, because if he made her wait another second, she might drown in her desire, greedy for the feel of him, wanting every masculine inch of him to cover her, to weigh her down, to be inside of her and make her body thrum with the pleasure of him inside her.
He lowered himself between her legs and found his way to her opening. He thrust his hips forward and with one bold stroke entered her.
She gasped from the sheer pleasure of finally feeling him inside her.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’ve never been better,” she whispered, barely able to get the words out.
His breathing rasped against her temple. He pulled out and then thrust a little deeper.
Her body clung to him, sliding, grabbing, pulsing and releasing over and over until waves of pleasure with weight and force crashed inside her.
They moved together as one. She was lost in the sheer ecstasy of their closeness. Until she couldn’t hang on anymore. She let go and he helped her fall over the edge of pleasure.
His breath was hot and labored against her cheek. He began to move faster and faster, with a steady rhythm, until he gave a final thrust. A long, anguished groan sounded in his throat. He collapsed on top of her, kissing her tenderly, possessively. She reveled in their spent pleasure, in the feel of how his broad back narrowed at the waist, at the sheer masculine width and breadth of him. Until he pulled back a little, his lips still brushing hers.
“I love you, Elle,” he whispered. “Let’s get married.”
What? She froze, wondering if she’d heard him right. Surely she hadn’t heard him right? But when she pulled back and saw his earnest, unwavering gaze, she knew she’d heard him exactly right.
But she couldn’t...
No.
Why did he say that? Why was he ruining everything?
Stop. This was too fast.
But you’ve been in love with this man since you were seventeen years old.
Loving someone from afar, someone you thought you could never have, was something altogether different from marrying him.
She’d been down that road once and it hadn’t turned out well.
She’d sworn she wouldn’t go there again.
I promise I won’t hurt you, Elle.
His words echoed in her heart, swam in her head.
I know you won’t. You’re a better person than—
He’s not Roger.
She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, not on purpose. Then why was she so scared?
For a moment she was paralyzed. She wanted to pull away, but she couldn’t move. She wanted to answer him, tell him to slow down, to not ruin things, but she couldn’t even feel her face.
He must’ve felt her body stiffen, because every muscle in her body had tensed after he’d uttered those three words: Let’s get married.
He raked a hand through his hair.
“Talk about words spoken in the heat of the moment that you’ll regret in the morning.” She tried to keep her voice light. She wanted to give him a chance to recover, because she was sure he hadn’t meant it. The only way to save this was for him to pretend like he hadn’t meant it.
Some men cried out a woman’s name in the heat of passion, Daniel proposed.
Eh, better not say that.
She was searching for a way to lighten the moment, but that probably sounded funnier in her head than it would hanging in the air between them.
But she needed to do something because she already knew this time she was going to be the one who ran.
Chapter Eleven
That man knew how to tie her belly up in knots. He wasn’t even here and he was doing a number on her.
She should’ve known better. She should’ve put on the brakes before everything had skidded too close to the guardrail and spiraled out of control.
She stayed the night because by that time, it was late—about 3:00 a.m.—and she was too paralyzed to make the drive from Skidaway Road to downtown. There was always the chance that he would wake up and slap himself up the side of the head and say, You’re right. I got caught up in the heat of the moment. Let’s scratch that from the records.
Yeah, as if it was in Daniel’s character to slap himself up the side of the head.
