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My heart hammers as I feel myself part for him. He blows out a mouthful of air.

“So damn good,” he grunts, when he’s only partially inside me. “Give me a moment…”

I kiss him again. I’m not sure I can ever stop. I want to hold him forever. I want to feel him inside me forever. “Fuck me,” I whisper in his ear. “Fuck me hard.”

“Jesus, Emma. You want this to be over before it’s begun?”

“We’ve got all night.”

He dips his head until his brow is pressed against mine, our eyelashes fluttering together as he slowly slides himself in to the hilt.

I’ve never been so full before. I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same person again. I feel like I’m changing beneath him. A caterpillar metamorphing into a butterfly.

“I adore being inside you,” he murmurs, as he pulls out and thrusts in again, his body pressing against me in all the amazing ways. And yes, I’ve only just come down from one orgasm, but I can feel another starting to burn within me. What if I never stop?

But this has to be about him. This man who never opens up yet right now looks so sensually vulnerable it makes my chest ache.

“I adore you being inside me,” I whisper, as he thrusts once more and it sends my pulse soaring. “Don’t ever stop.”

“I’m not sure I can promise that,” he tells me, kissing me again. “I’m about two seconds away from coming so hard I’m not sure I’ll be able to see for days.”

I smile beneath his kiss. “Come for me,” I whisper. “Come in me.”

“You first. Touch yourself.” He takes my hand, slides it between us, then puts his own on either side of my shoulders, lifting himself so we can both look down and see him sliding in and out of me. I reach down and start to move my fingers against myself, but I don’t really need to. Because in less than a minute I’m tightening around him, telling him I’m coming.

Feeling the whole world burn around us.

“Emma.” It’s a growl and I love it. A second later he joins me in oblivion, his body stilling above me as he starts to spill inside me. He leans down, kissing me, his eyes wide open as they stare into mine.

And I was right. Nothing will ever be the same again. I’ve never felt so connected. So adored. So desirable.

Being under this man feels like I’m on top of the world. And I’m not sure I’ll ever get over that.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-TWO

EMMA

I’m curled up in Brooks’s arms when we hear people starting to gather outside the yurts. I’m guessing the bachelor and bachelorette parties are over. The rehearsal dinner is for family only tonight. There’s another barbecue going on in the clearing near the lake for the other guests, but because the wedding ceremony is tomorrow morning at eleven, the plan is for everybody to be in bed by a decent time tonight.

After we had sex the first time, I don’t think either of us was ready to talk about what happened with Will. It was too nice being softly kissed by Brooks, listening to him tell me how beautiful I am. Watching his whole body come to life again when his thumbs touched my nipples by accident.

So we had sex one more time before people came back from the ranch house. This time it was fast and hard. And damn, the man knows how to do hard.

I came twice. Which makes it four times for the day. A new record for me.

“Knock knock!” The sound of Mia’s voice cuts through our sensual pleasure-filled yurt.

Brooks’s eyes catch mine. There’s an almost smile there. Which for Brooks Salinger is like he’s in heaven.

“Stay there,” I murmur, rolling out of the bed. “I’ll get rid of her.”

“We need to get up anyway,” he tells me, pulling me in for one more kiss. I think he is genuinely addicted to my lips. “You need to eat something. Your stomach’s been growling for hours.”

I frown. “My stomach doesn’t growl.”

He tips his head to the side, looking amused. “It’s a very cute, pretty growl.”

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