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“Your turn.” The car whips to the left and he throws it into park. Before I can blink, I’m upside down, hanging off his shoulder and he’s walking at a fast clip to what I assume is the hotel, considering all I can see is his ass.

His large hand slides up the back of my thigh and then disappears before smacking hard against my ass. “I hope you’re ready, because I’m going to spend the entire night making you pay for that. You’re going to come over and over again until you’re begging me to stop.”

“Will I scream your name?” I ask playfully.

“Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea what you’re in for.”

Right back at ya, babe!

“Between The Raindrops”—Lifehouse ft. Natasha Bedingfield

A WARM HAND SETTLES LOW on my back, and I moan when he starts kneading at my sore muscles. Devin was right; I had no idea what I was in for. That man dominated my body last night and well into the morning, and now I’m paying the price.

“Are you sore?” he asks, his fingers making their way to the exact spot that he lay claim to … several times.

“Mmmm … maybe a little.”

He nods and kisses my bare shoulder. His fingers are skimming my back, and the light touch causes goose bumps to scatter across my skin.

“I love that my touch can do this to you.”

“Trust me, soldier, your touch does a lot more than give me goose bumps,” I mumble, my face still buried in the pillow. Devin chuckles, and I do my best to memorize the sound because I won’t hear it for several more weeks.

“We should get up,” he whispers.

“No. I don’t want

to get up.” We made love until the early morning hours and then drifted off to sleep before waking up for a late breakfast. Then we made love again, fell back asleep, and now here we are. I have muscles aching that I didn’t even know existed, and I’m fairly certain that I had more orgasms in the past four days than I’ve had in the past four years combined.

“I love seeing you like this,” he says, his hands roaming my naked body.

“Like what? My makeup is a disaster, and I have messy sex hair.”

“Don’t talk about my woman like that.” He pinches my ass playfully and I squirm next to him, rolling over in his arms.

“Hi.”

“Good morning, beautiful.” Dev kisses the top of my nose. “You’re gorgeous, and this sated look on your face is something I could get used to.”

I cuddle as close as I can get and tangle one of my legs with his. “Speaking of getting used to … what are we going to do when you get done? You said you only have about another six weeks or so, right? Are you going to come home, or—”

“Katie,” he says, cutting me off. “You’re my home. I’m coming home to you. Where you are, that’s where I’ll be.”

My heart does a three sixty inside my chest. If I weren’t already head over heels in love with Devin, I would be after those words. “That sounds perfect.”

“You’re perfect,” he says. “This right here, being with you again, and holding you … it’s perfect. I don’t want to leave.”

Damn it. I was really trying to go as long as possible without mentioning Devin leaving, but now that it’s out, I can’t seem to stop the tears from blurring my vision.

“I don’t want you to leave either.”

Devin kisses my cheek, and then he drags my mouth to his. “We don’t have much longer,” he says, his lips brushing mine. “Then I’ll be home, and we can start our lives together.”

“That sounds good,” I say, hating the way my heart is trying to jump from my chest. The mere thought of him being gone makes me want to crawl out of my skin.

Devin’s mouth lands on mine and I immediately open myself up to him. We fall into a drugging kiss, a new dance we’ve perfected the past several days, and the thought of not doing it again tonight or tomorrow makes my stomach churn. The tears that were blurring my vision finally break free.

Devin’s thumb darts out, wiping away what few tears he can catch. “Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.”