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“Wow. A lot of things make sense now.”

“Yeah. It’s still in the government’s best interest to keep them safe, or else they risk dangerous secrets getting out.”

“And sometimes, people need to be detained, I guess?”

“What you saw on that floor, in that room…” He lifts his shoulders in an almost defeated shrug. “That was both business and personal. I might have kept Dave around a little longer than necessary, I admit. He tried to get to me, and I think we both know what he would have done to you if nobody had stopped him.”

I can’t pretend to agree with his methods, and he must understand that because he keeps talking as he slowly crosses the living room. “When it comes to you, I’m afraid there’s no holding back. I’m never going to be able to think rationally if there’s a chance you’re in danger or if somebody hurts you. I’m going to want to hurt them back. It’s who I am. I protect what’s mine.”

“And you think I’m yours?”

The corners of his mouth twitch. “Would I be here if I didn’t?”

I’m about three seconds from melting into a puddle, but I need to know one more thing while he’s in such an honest mood and all. “Do you love me?”

“Yes.” There is no hesitation. He reaches out to take my face in his hands, and let’s face it, I never stood a chance. Not when his touch makes me feel whole for the first time since I walked out of the hotel. I was kidding myself when I thought I could spend the rest of my life without him.

He’s telling the truth. I see it in his eyes. I could drown in them—in him. “I love you, too,” I confess in a whisper. “I really do. And I missed you.”

“You never have to miss me again because I’m not letting you go. Not ever.” He presses a gentle kiss against my forehead before sighing like he’s relieved. “I know what life is like without you, and I’m not about to go through it again. I can’t.”

I’ve never been as sure of anything as I am of the love burning in my heart while Mason tips my head back and lines my mouth up with his. Anticipation makes me forget to breathe at the moment before his lips touch mine, and the world stops turning. There’s nothing in the world but the two of us, anyway. And a lot of flowers that sort of give us nowhere to go once our kiss deepens, and it’s clear kissing won’t be enough.

He’s thinking along the same lines I am. Before I know it, he literally sweeps me off my feet, and I squeal in surprise. “What are you doing?”

“Do you honestly have to ask that question?” The growl in his voice takes the heat that was already pooling in my core and turns it into a full-on blaze. By the time he lowers me onto my bed, I reach for him, stripping away one piece of clothing after another so my eyes and hands can feast on his body.

And my body? I’m on fire, writhing and arching to meet his touch. I’ll die if I can’t give myself to him so he can cure the ache I’ve been dealing with every day we’ve been apart. “Kiss me,” I rasp, and he thrusts his tongue into my mouth while his hands slide over my bare skin once he’s stripped me down.

I love the feel of his muscles moving under my hands as I run them up his back and across his shoulders. My nails dig into his skin, and I moan when his mouth trails over my chest and closes around one of my nipples. It’s not just the way his tongue swirls over my sensitive peak. It’s the way he grunts and growls like a starving animal having its first meal. Like he’ll eat me alive.

I want him to.

I’m dripping wet and grinding my pussy against his thigh by the time he nudges my legs farther apart to settle between them. “I’ve missed this.” His fingers slide up and down my swollen seam like he’s testing to make sure I’m ready, like there’s any doubt.

“You’re so wet.” He parts my lips, and I gasp when a delicious sensation rolls through me. I’m so wet and throbbing that the slightest touch makes me gasp and grind helplessly. My body knows what it needs, and only he can give it to me.

“Yes… just like that…” He chuckles against my skin when I beg but gives me what I want, teasing my entrance with the tip of his finger while working my clit with his thumb. It’s the purest, most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt, and it will consume me if it goes on much longer.

My hips jerk fast when I sense the end coming. I’m close, so close, caught in a frenzy while Mason whispers in my ear. “Come for me. Give it to me.”

How could I say no? Everything shatters around me like crystal and sets off rainbows of pure light that fill my head. I’m laughing and crying all at once by the time Mason replaces his fingers with the wide head of his dick, pushing against my quivering hole.

When he doesn’t sink inside me right away, confusion makes me open my eyes. He’s staring down at me, smiling a little. “I do love you,” he whispers as he lowers his body onto mine. “And I’m going to spend every day of the rest of my life showing you.”

“You can start now.” I link my legs around his back before stretching upward to kiss him hard, deep, and with everything I have. Fresh heat explodes its way through my core when he rolls his hips and pushes forward, filling me.

It’s like flying. Every stroke takes me higher until I’m soaring and clutching him tight to keep from falling back to earth. He would never let me fall. My nails run down his back while I touch my lips to his throat, his shoulders, anything I can reach. I have to soak in every bit of his scent, the taste of his skin, and the sweat that’s starting to bead there.

“Teagan…” His helpless groan is a match touching my fuse. Knowing he’s in this with me. That he needs this as much as I do. He needs me and won’t let anything get in the way of us.

And he’s close, too, the way I am. The springs shriek under us, faster and louder, as he loses his rhythm and gives in to the need for relief. We both need it.

“Harder! Harder!” My nails break the skin between his shoulder blades, but I barely hear his hiss of pained pleasure over my own cries. “Yes! Yes, Mason!”

My body goes stiff against his one more time before bliss rolls over me like a wave and pulls me under, where I float in darkness until Mason falls to the side with one arm draped over my stomach.

“I would say that was worth spending so much time apart…” He’s wearing a dazed smile when he lifts his head. “But it wasn’t. Nothing ever could be.”

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