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His breath caught and he rolled off the bed in one smooth motion. He whipped off his belt, stepped out of his jeans, revealing male physical perfection. The statue of David had nothing on him––sweat gleamed on his tanned skin, emphasizing his sinewy muscles.
She licked her lips, eager for more. He pulled a foil packet out of his back pocket and tugged it open with his teeth.
He rejoined her and captured her mouth. Limbs heavy, she ran her hands down his back, raked his smooth skin with her nails, and savored his sharp intake of breath.
She’d die if he stopped kissing her.
Tongues tangled. Limbs intertwined. Passion ignited even hotter.
“I can’t wait any longer, Sophie. I have to have you now.” He nudged her knees apart and knelt between her legs. Together, they rolled on the condom, and he plunged into her in one powerful stroke.
Her breath caught in her throat as she worked to accommodate his thickness. “Give me a minute. Oh god, you are huge.”
“Sophie.” Nick held himself taut. His forehead pressed into hers as they adjusted to being connected. Exhaling in an enormous sigh, she smiled at the sensation of fullness.
He began to move, and she instinctually matched his rhythm. As they rocked together, she wrapped her legs around him, digging her heels into his back. Their breath came in harsh pants, their skin slick and hot. Everything fell away except for sheer pleasure and connection.
Nick clasped her face in his large hands, his eyes hooded. “Come for me again, Sophie. Now.”
His demand shot straight to her center and with his name on her lips, she came apart. Again.
Nick followed her over with a groan.
After a few moments, she wasn’t sure if she could feel her legs—or anything below her neck, for that matter. Not that she wanted to move, even if she could. Not after the most incredible sex she’d ever experienced. Nick hadn’t moved and his weight on top of her was delicious. Solid.
A sharp pain shot up her calf muscle, bursting her bubble. She wiggled underneath him, but he remained immobile.
“Nick.” Sophie caressed his back. When he didn’t respond, she smacked his perfect ass.
“You’re crushing me. Can you scoot off please?”
With a groan, he rolled off and sauntered to the bathroom to take care of the condom. When he returned, he pulled her back against his front and wrapped his strong arms around her. He sighed and pressed a kiss into her hair.
She melted.
Nicholas Morgan was a cuddler.
What a lovely surprise. His passion and stamina weren’t unexpected, but his tenderness, his intense attention to her pleasure, and his sensitivity were.
Doug and her prior boyfriends hadn’t been spooners. Not necessarily wham bam thank you ma’am, but not this possessive, wonderful warmth against her back.
Despite savoring the feel of him, a sliver of unease slid down her spine––what had happened to her one-year dating moratorium? What would the morning bring?
CHAPTER11
Nick woke early to head to a work meeting. Sophie looked beautiful as she slept, the anxiety he’d seen on her face last night erased. He brushed a strand of silky dark hair away from her face and kissed her goodbye. With an unintelligible murmur, she rolled over and burrowed deeper into her pillow.
When he ran home to shower and change for a meeting with the hospital board, he couldn’t dispel the uneasy sensation in his gut. It troubled him how negative she’d sounded, how doubtful about her own worth and beauty. The guy had obviously played a number on her. How could she take any blame for her ex-fiancé being such a two-timing piece of shit?
There was a guy code, at least a guy code for his friends. None of them would ever have carried on two relationships while planning to marry one of the women. If you were serious enough to propose to someone, to have a wedding planned, you followed through with your word. Hell, even in his nonexclusive relationships he’d only dated one woman at a time but had never considered anything long-term. Until Sophie.
Before Sophie, he’d stayed true to the vow he made to himself when his parents died. No way would he be vulnerable enough to have his heart ripped out again.
Before Sophie, he’d never felt a deep connection with a woman besides his sister.
But from the moment he’d witnessed the raw anguish on Sophie’s face the day he’d come up to the cottage, it had triggered his own deeply buried heartache. Tugged at him.
In the past, if a woman had shared the fresh emotional trauma she’d suffered, he’d have done one of two things: turned tail and run or kept things straight sex.
