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She reached between them and unhooked a tiny clasp, and the dress fell open enough for him to get full access to her breast. He brushed his chin along the fullest part of her breast, staring up at her as he blew on her nipple.
Kendall bowed up under him. He used the movement to slip under her panties and tease his knuckles along her swollen center.
“God, Sunshine.”
She dragged his mouth up to hers, cupping his face in both her hands with just the slightest space between their mouths. “I love you, Oscar. I needed to say it. I know it’s still so complicated, and we’re not sure what’s going to happen, but I needed you to know that it’s not just about the Heron anymore.”
Humbled and at a loss for words, he opened his mouth, but she closed her lips over his.
He held on to her. The words were still lodged in his chest, but knowing he wasn’t the only one hopelessly tangled increased his aggressive nature. He pushed the stretchy dress up her body and over her head, leaving her with just shoes and panties on in the middle of her postage stamp-sized bed.
He gathered her hands together; anchoring her wrists between his long fingers, he drew them up and over her head. With his other hand he tucked a knuckle under the hood of her pussy.
Eyes locked with hers, he stroked her relentlessly as he held her down. She was restless under his touch; gasps and moans were lost against the skin of her arm as she turned her face to muffle the sounds of her pleasure.
He scraped his teeth over the fullness of her breasts that were plumped up in that position. With one finger, then another, he opened her wider.
His name was a whimper, a whisper, a plea as he brought her to the edge, then backed off. His own pleasure was behind glass, throbbing just on the other side—waiting to erupt.
He leaned up. The buttons of his dress shirt dragged against her skin as he transferred his mouth to hers and pumped his fingers inside her. She screamed into his mouth. Her fingers shook under his grip. He could feel the maddening thrum of her heart against his chest and under his palm at her wrist.
Jerking his buckle open, he released the strap of his belt and unzipped. She rolled her hips, seeking him. He had to get inside her, needed to feel her close around him and let the world make sense again.
He needed to show her how much she meant to him, the only way he knew how.
Cheek to cheek, he panted against her ear as he finally slid into her. Where he belonged. The tumblers shot together to unlock his grieving heart and give it the chance to love again.
“Mine. Always,” he whispered in her ear.
He let her hands go, and she surrounded him—a full-body clasp that felt more like home than anything he’d ever experienced.
And he trusted her to be everything he needed as he found his release inside her body.
* * *
Kendall glided her calf along the inside of his thigh. He was still wearing his dress pants, shirt, and shoes. She, however, was naked, save her heels. And she felt glorious.
For the first time the clawing worry about the Heron faded into the background. She was lying beside the man she loved. The same man she’d actually told, and he hadn’t run like his ass was on fire.
No, he’d loved her until her eyes were crossed. He’d whispered that she was his, and he was stretched out underneath her, as relaxed as any sated man should be.
Everything was perfect for one moment.
And she had a whole new year ahead of her to see just what kind of amazing future they might have together.
She inched up until she could bury her face against his neck. She could taste the salt of his skin; the soft bristles of his beard teased her lips. His cedar-chip scent was even more pronounced.
“I have to go back downstairs, you know.”
He grunted.
She smiled into his neck. “Everyone is going to know I went upstairs to get laid.”
“Good, then maybe that Brandon kid will stop fucking flirting with you.”
She propped herself up on her elbow. “Why does it bother you? I don’t want anyone except you. Isn’t that enough?”
Shane slid his hand down her back and cupped her ass. “I’ll try to curb my murderous thoughts.”
