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I reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I don’t give a damn what that trust says, or about what anyone else thinks. I want to marry you because I love you. You’re it for me. I don’t care where we live, here, the lake house, an apartment, or a trailer, you are my home.”

Her smile was wobbly. “I never thought I would get a second chance with you again. I can’t wait to be your wife.”

I brought her mouth to mine and kissed her. It was the type of kiss that said we are in this together now, and there is no turning back.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer.

I dragged my lips down to her jaw and sucked on the side of her neck where her pulse raced. “I thank God every day that you came back to me.”

Her hands slid under my shirt. My muscles jumped from her touch. “I don’t remember you being so religious.”

“I’m not, but I should probably change that because the things I plan on doing to you will definitely require a trip to confession.”

My mouth crashed to hers again, this time with urgency and need. “What do you plan on doing to me?” she asked, her hands gripping the sides of my hair.

I grabbed hold of her hips and lifted her onto the counter. I settled myself between her thighs. “How about I show you instead?”

She wrapped her legs around me. “I was hoping you would say that, just be careful with your hand.”

I slid my hands under her shirt, pulling it up slowly. “Trust me, nothing would make my hand feel better than feeling you come all over it.”

“I hope you don’t plan on going slow. I need you,” she whispered, as my hands skated along her sides.

My thumbs brushed the underside of her breast. “I know exactly what you need because every inch of you belongs to me.”

I tugged the rest of her shirt off and threw it on the floor. “God. I want you, Brooks, please.”

I pressed my mouth to her nipple and swirled it around the peak. “Say it again. Tell me how much you want me. Say it louder this time. I’ll never get tired of hearing it.”

She arched into me and gasped when I bit down. “I never wanted or needed anyone like you. Please don’t stop.”

I sucked and circled, feeling her heart pound against her chest. “You’re going to feel me everywhere. You’re already shaking for me.”

Her hands went to my jeans, fumbling with the button. I helped her slide them down my legs. Our breaths were frantic as we both removed our clothes.

Once her panties were off and she was completely naked, I gripped her thighs and shoved a finger inside. She was already wet and ready. I teased her with my fingers, loving the way she trembled from my touch. “You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Her lips parted with a moan, and her head fell back. “I love the way you touch me.”

“I’m going to do more than touch you. I’m going to bring you so much pleasure. You won’t be able to think straight.”

Then I pushed into her, and she gasped. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, and she threw her head to the side.

I loved knowing I was making her so desperate.

I continued to drive into her. The heels of her feet dug into my back.

Her tits bounced with each push. I increased the pressure, feeling her clench around me.

I kept drawing out every ounce of pleasure I could.

She moaned and kept her eyes on mine. I continued sliding in and out.

I loved this woman more than I could ever explain.

“Brooks.” She moaned. “You feel so good. I can’t hold on for much longer.”

“Then let go,” I said, slipping my hand between our bodies and rubbing her clit.

She came apart with my name on her lips.

And just like that, all the drama from her ex, all the bickering and doubts over the past few weeks, slipped away.

All that mattered was the way her body moved with mine.

The way she moaned my name, and the way we seemed to fit like we were made for each other.

I greedily continued to fill her up until I felt the familiar pressure build.

She held on, giving me her body and letting me take what I needed.

She felt like heaven. I don’t think I could ever get enough of her.

I slid out and slammed back in, burying myself to the hilt.

She squeezed herself around me and I came.

I followed her to a place that left me panting and satiated.

Once I was done, I closed my eyes and brought her to my chest.

I kissed her damp hair. “Did you happen to pick up any dessert at the store?”

She laughed. “You’re seriously thinking about food right now?”

“I’m starving. All you fed me was a small piece of fish and a scoop of rice.”

She smacked my chest. “The only dessert I have for you is called the ‘Chef’s Surprise,’ and it’s between my legs. So, I suggest you bring me to bed and enjoy the hell out of it.”

“Best dessert ever,” I said, and lifted her over my shoulder and stalked to our room. All that mattered, all I needed, was right here in my arms. And I could not wait to build my life with her.