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She screamed his name and thrust upward into his lips, tongue, fingers. Her breathing hitched. Stopped.

Then she came in pounding rocks of her hips. Her pussy squeezed hard, and he trapped her clit between his lips and sucked while she shook apart for him.

A final cry blasted from her. Lifting his head, he watched bliss crisscross her beautiful features. God, he could love her like this hourly and not get tired of it…of her.

Never before had Colton dreamed of thinking about settling down with one woman, let alone spending the rest of his life with her.

But as he slowly, gently, brought Meadow down from her orgasm, he looked into the blue of her eyes and knew, beyond a stroke of doubt, that she was his for the rest of his days.

Chapter Twenty

The glow of Colton’s tanned skin in the glow of lamplight was something Meadow couldn’t look away from. She traced a finger along the point of light on his chiseled shoulder, down to his hard pec.

When she circled her fingertip in a loop around his nipple, he lay his hand over hers.

She leaned onto one elbow, rippling with amusement. “Is the big, tough former Navy SEAL…ticklish?”

He applied pressure to her hand.

“You are!”

“Woman.” The word came out as a warning.

“Mmm. Let’s try this instead.” She ducked her head to his chest and delivered a slow lick to his nipple.

A growl bubbled in his throat, and he pressed a palm against her nape, pinning her in place.

Laving his nipple led to tasting the rest of him.

All of him.

When she brushed her lips across his swollen cock head, she looked up into his eyes.

“Fuck, baby!”

With another noise of want, she took him in her mouth. The velvet steel slipping along her tongue, tasting of both of them, had her squeezing her thighs together in pleasure. She never knew loving someone this way would feel so good. So right.

She wanted to hear him moan her name over and over again, until he was hoarse with it.

Setting out to get what she wanted, she drew his hard length into the back of her throat. A low moan drifted past his lips. He gathered her hair off her face and watched as she sucked his cock deep before gliding off the length again.

“Hell. God. Fuck!” His disjointed grunts spurred her to keep going. She drew off his erection, keeping just the mushroomed head between her lips.

“I’m going to blow in that pretty mouth of yours if you don’t—ah!” He fisted his hands in her hair, pulling the mass, igniting Meadow.

She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and jacked him into her mouth while sucking him deep, then shallow. Soon she found the rhythm that had his hips jerking off the bed and him burying his cock in the back of her throat.

A heady power overtook her. She wanted him to let go for her—to show him exactly who he belonged to as much as he’d owned her a few minutes before when she splintered on his hot tongue.

He rocked his hips upward. On a low grunt that turned into a roar, he began to spurt. Meadow swallowed fast, taking every drop, closing her eyes on the feel of him and the taste of the man she loved.

When he collapsed to the bed, arm flung out and the other hand tangled in her hair, she slowly released him and crawled up his body.

His almost black eyes burned into hers. “Give me your mouth. I have to taste myself on you.”

A whimper bubbled past her lips as she let him claim her mouth in a kiss to end all kisses.

If the house went up in flames right now, she wouldn’t move away from Colton.