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“Tell me. Baby, I need to hear it again.”
“I love you,” she whispers.
“Christ, you don’t know what hearing you say that does to me. How much it means.” I’m not the best. I’m not first. I’ve fucked up every step of the way. But she loves me anyway.
Rocking into her, I push her toward release. I work my body for hers until I feel the clench of her around me, the catch of her breath, and the tightening of her fingers with mine.
“Allie.” She’s coming apart, but our eyes are still locked together. I don’t want to lose the contact. Not before I tell her. “Natalie, baby, I love you.”
I’ve never said it before. The words should have felt clumsy in my mouth, but they felt like they belonged there. More right than firing a puck that hits dead center. So right, I need to say them again.
“I love you.” I say it for her. Low and fierce. Rough and deep. I whisper it against her mouth and growl it against her neck. I swear it as she shatters to my confession. Her body gripping mine with rhythmic pulses, my name on her lips and my heart in her hands.
* * *
Natalie
It’sa good thing Vaughn has a late practice, because I’m not ready to let him go.
We’ve been lazing in bed, touching, breathing each other in. I fan my fingertips over the rough stubble of his jaw and brush my thumb against his lips.
This man has the most perfect mouth in all the land.
Catching my thumb between his teeth, he gives it a quick nip and then a slow suck. He groans and, gripping my ass, pulls me over his hard-on.
A thought comes to me and I press a hand against his chest.
He raises a brow.
“Hey, I never asked, but what were you doing here last night?”
His nostrils flare as he blows out a breath before meeting my eyes. “Your fucking brother told me about your date and I kind of lost it.”
Greg must have a death wish or something, because the look on Vaughn’s face even now, with me lying naked on top of him, is not a comforting one. “Is he—”
“He’s fine. I told you I wouldn’t mess with him, even if the guy can’t stop messing with me.”
Wait— “He toldyou, but he didn’t have the balls to tell me?”
Vaughn’s chin jerks back, his brows furrowing deep. “What the hell does that mean?”
I explain about the night before and when I’m through, Vaughn pushes the sexed-up, messy morning curls from my face and searches my eyes. He gets it.
“The second I saw you in Vancouver I started warning guys off with looks that promised death. I would never have sat there with two other guys.”
“You would have left?”
The scoff he lets out says no. “I would have thrown you over my shoulder like a caveman and carried you out.”
“Aww, you say the sweetest things.” I mean it.
Hands coasting over my hips, he asks, “So what happened?”
“I went to Greg’s apartment to tear him a new one, but Julia was having a girls’ night, so I stayed instead.”
He starts to smile. “And that’s how you ended up stumbling in after two a.m. with a limo full of girls.”
“They didn’t want me to have to take a car alone and Julia probably didn’t totally trust me not to hunt down her husband and maim him.” I bite my lip, meeting his eyes. “But what were you doing here… after two a.m. when you thought I was out on a date?”
