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Eagle

I step back, looking at the carefully organized clothes in the closet. My clothes. “Are you sure? I mean, you hardly have any room.”

Kane shakes his head. “I wear the same thing. Cargo pants, T-shirts, and workout shorts. This closet has never been one-tenth full.” He hangs one of my shirts, putting it exactly between the colors that are one shade lighter and one shade darker than its adjacent neighbors.

He grins, making a satisfied sound. “There.”

The heat inside my chest is nearly overwhelming. And when he turns, making a rough sound, I melt even more. “Sweetheart,” he murmurs. “I don’t want you to cry.”

“These are happy tears.”

His palm cradles my head as he stares at me. “Are you sure this house is… enough?”

“It’s beautiful, Kane.” I look around again, hardly believing how gorgeous Kane’s home is. The house he built by hand over years, any time he could get home on leave from the SEAL teams. “I love it here.”

“Thank fuck.” His words are gravel, but his eyes are soft, softer than I’ve ever seen them. “I’d move if you wanted to.”

Standing on my tiptoes, I kiss Kane Mathews. The man who has, in a matter of days—no, months—become the only man I can imagine myself with.

“No, this is perfect, and I can go to college just down the road. I can’t believe I finally get to take the jewelry design classes I’ve always wanted to take.”

All those months when he was working for my father, I was falling more and more. Just as he was. “I think we should… um, see if we can both fit in your tub. We haven’t tried that yet.”

Although we have had sex in the kitchen, with my hips perched on his kitchen counter, and twice in his gigantic king-size bed—where Kane had more than enough room to work.

“Aren’t you sore, sweetheart?”

I tug his hand, leading my gigantic alpha hero toward his heavenly bathroom. “Deliciously so. I was thinking we could try something new.”

“New?” He makes a choked sound. “What exactly?”

God. I’m so hot, my face is burning, my pussy clenching. “Well, when you…” I hide my face in my hand.

He drags me to a stop, picking me up, burying his scruffy face against my neck. “Never be embarrassed to tell me what you want.”

When he kisses my neck, bites the super-sensitive spot below my ear, I moan. “Okay. But… this feels so risqué. I can’t believe I’m even thinking it.”

But Kane has been teaching me all the ways I can feel incredible during sex.

“You want me to put my cock in your ass, Eagle?”

When I shiver and whisper, yes, he moans, a hoarse sound leaving him. But then he’s moving toward the bathroom, his warm laugh shaking us both. “I’m your man.”

He snags the bottle of lube he bought for me off the counter as we go.