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I’m still not sure what exactly it is about her, or what it was that night. Was it the way she rolled her eyes at me, shoved away my advances, challenged everything I said? Was it the raw honesty she gave me right from the beginning when she admitted how she’d been broken? Was it her strength, how much she fought like hell with herself against something she wanted, something that would make her feel good, just because she thought it was the right thing for her to do?
I’m not sure, but I’m done looking for answers. The only thing I know, and the only thing I need to know, is that my life-changing moment is sleeping in my arms, cheek pressed to my chest, her small hand covering my heart.
My chest stretches as I stare down at the beautiful woman in my bed, the morning sun casting a warm glow over her face, illuminating the tiny freckles dusting down her nose and across her cheekbones like stars. Her full, pink lips are still slightly swollen from hours upon hours of kissing, and her copper waves are a wild, intoxicating mess strewn across my pillows.
Christ, she’s magnificent.
Sully’s face, his head resting on the edge of the bed while he stares at her, tail wagging, tells me he’s just as happy as I am. He leans forward and licks at her fingers.
Hands curling into her chest, Claire stirs softly with a moan that reminds me via jumping cock that I’m a man, a man who’s ready to take his woman for a wild ride should she only ask.
Those mossy eyes flutter open and land on me, that rosy blush creeping into her cheeks.
“What?” she whispers sheepishly, tugging the white sheet up to her chin.
I smile down at her, skimming my fingers along her cheek. “You’re still here.”
She grins up at me. “You think I’d try to leave after you yelled at me? Plus, I couldn’t have gone anywhere even if I wanted to. Your arms were a force field last night.”
Laughing, I sink back down beside her, my arms snaking around her waist under the sheet as I kiss her neck. “Didn’t wanna let you go.”
“Well, you’re gonna regret it. Your bed is a fluffy cloud and I’m never leaving.”
“Fine by me.” I flip her over, wrapping her leg around my hip, and try not to hiss when my cock slips against her center, illuminating the fact that, as always, she’s hot, wet, and ready for me. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“A little sore, but I’m fine. You can be as feral as you always are.”
I chuckle and kiss her eyelids—they’re a little swollen and red from all the tears she cried last night. “I meant emotionally, but good to know, because there’s nothing tame about the way I love you.”
Third time I’ve said those words and they taste just as good as they did the first time.
Claire’s hands land on my shoulders, pushing me down to the mattress as she throws her leg over me and climbs aboard.
“I really like hearing those words,” she murmurs, sweeping a kiss across my collarbone as she slides herself over the length of my cock.
“That’s good,” I manage, all gravel, fingertips biting into her hips as I watch her sink down, swallowing every inch of me, her head thrown back with her moan. “’Cause I sure as fuck like saying them.”
We play for the next forty-five minutes and follow it up with breakfast made entirely of leftover pizza, much to Claire’s enjoyment. I can’t take my eyes off her while she sits on the edge of my kitchen counter in nothing but my T-shirt, swinging her legs and humming happily around each bite.
After a quick shower, I find Claire on my balcony, knees pulled into her chest as she stares out at the water, one arm hanging lazily as she buries her fingers in Sully’s fur.
My teeth graze her earlobe when I wrap her in my hug from behind, and her fingers curl around my forearms as she tilts her head to the side, giving me full access to her neck.
“Feeling like going for a walk with me and Sully before we head to lunch?”
Claire peeks up at me over her shoulder. “Lunch?”
“Uh huh. Lunch. You and me.”
Her nose twitches with that bright beam of hers. “I’d love to walk with you two.”
She climbs to her feet, stretching her arms over her head with a sleepy yawn. My shirt on her lifts, slipping over her creamy curves, and I’m about five seconds away from scrapping our plans and fucking her in my T-shirt while she hangs onto the edge of my balcony.
She rubs her eyes and smiles up at me, lopsided and breathtaking. “I just need to go home and get changed.”
“Don’t wanna wear your gown?”
“I donno.” She crouches in front of Sully, ruffling his floppy ears before smooching the spot between his eyes. “What’s the dress code for this walk of yours, handsome? Gown or no gown?” He licks her ear and she glances up at me. “He says it’s casual.”
