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He would have been content to stay where he was for the entire night, but as soon as he could, he eased off her, bringing her into the circle of his arms.
To his surprise and amusement, she buried her face in his chest. He stayed silent for a few minutes, giving her time.
But before he could say a word, she lifted her head to look at him. Her eyes were slumberous and a bright golden brown. Her lips were wet and swollen, turning his stomach into a liquid mess.
“So.”
“So.” His green eyes laughed at her.
“We did it.” Her fingers curled into his chest.
“Define it.”
She gave him a dirty look. “We have further complicated things.”
“I thought we already did that when we went into that chapel.”
“That night was supposed to be a one-night thing.”
“Was it?”
“Will you stop leading with questions?” she snapped. “This is going to- What are you doing?” She pulled back when he clamped a hand at the back of her neck.
“Complicating things even more.”
“Jaylen-No! Wait—"The rest was swallowed as he seized her lips and stole her breath. Good God, the man can kiss, she thought dazedly. Her arms came around his neck as she sank into, her body vibrating. She barely realized when he settled her on top of him, sliding into her with a smoothness that had her trembling.
Pulling her knees up, she rocked her pelvis slowly before he picked up the pace and shattered them both with fierce passion!
*****
He kept them up half the night, wringing cries from her that echoed around the room. He did not stop until she was sprawled half on top of him. In a few minutes she was fast asleep on his chest, the talk she was supposed to be having with him forgotten for the night.
But he was not sleeping. His body was still wired from the marathon lovemaking, his heart still pounding from it. And he had made a discovery. He wanted this marriage. He wanted to stay married to this unpredictable, fiery, and feisty woman in his arms. And he had also discovered that he had never felt this confusing mix of emotions before.
He had never been in love before, but he definitely was now. His brow furrowed in contemplation.
She was going to take a lot of convincing. She did not take him seriously. She had bluntly told him that he was not her ideal mate. He was a model, a celebrity and his reputation was not stellar. On top of that, she had issues, ones he wanted to help her fight.
The room was thrown into the shadows, with the dark blue drapes, closed almost all the way. But the sliver of moon was enough for him to see her form, the slender curves wrapped around him. He had not wanted to stop, had wanted to love her until he had poured everything inside her.
Lifting a heavy curl off her cheek, he brushed it back so that he could study her face.
She had an interesting one, more like an arresting one, he thought. Her cheekbones were sculpted, her chin slightly pointed.
And she had a tiny dimple in her left cheek. Her skin was like satin, smooth and flawless and she was tight as the proverbial glove. They fit, he thought achingly. They fit well together. She was not simpering or a wilting violet. She did not give a damn about who he was.
His photos were in magazines, and on billboards all over the world. He could not step out without being recognized. He had been interviewed by famous talk show hosts. But none of that mattered to her. Or to him while he had been spending time with her.
He had an assistant who took care of the little matters like fan letters, and his social calendar and he had called and instructed her not to disturb him. With her, he felt whole and normal, no—he shook his head. That was not the appropriate word. He felt like himself;he could let his guard down with her and laugh and be silly.
She murmured in her sleep and he tensed, wondering if the nightmare was coming back, but she just snuggled closer to him. He finally closed his eyes and drifted off, a smile on his lips.
*****
He woke to find the place next to him empty and for one panicked moment, he thought she had left. Swinging his legs off the bed, he dragged on his sweats and went to find tees. Without even waiting to put on slippers, he bounded down the stairs, the heady scent of coffee hitting him and slowing him to a sedate walk.
"You are up early."
