Page 146 of Lethal Game

“Do you want me to have sex with another woman?”

She frowned. “No.”

“Good, because I don’t want you to have sex with anyone else either.”

“Oh. Good.”

“I love you.”

She blinked. “You...I...” She took a couple of deep breaths, put her free hand on his shoulder and clutched at him. “I never believed I’d have time to fall in love until I met you. I love you so much it hurts my heart.”

“No more pain, for either of us.” He gathered her up, enfolded her in his arms and hugged her. She smelled of home. He kissed her neck, a string of tiny kisses on her soft skin.

She made a distressed noise and he pulled back far enough to see her face. “What’s wrong?”

“I want to touch you. I want to hold you and sleep with you. I feel like I’ve been starving my entire life.”

“Touch starved,” he whispered. “We can fix that.”

She nodded and pulled away, taking his hand to lead him down a short hall into a bedroom.

He closed the door behind them then pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor.

Her wide gaze made him smile. “I intend to love you until you’re drunk on your own pleasure, and I refuse to rush.”

She lifted a hand and reached toward him, but didn’t move, so he closed the distance between them until her palm was resting over his heart.

“I missed this,” she whispered. “Your heat and strength.” She put her other hand on his chest too and stroked him. “I feel like I’m petting a wild animal.”

He couldn’t stop touching her. His hands swept up her back and pulled her in to his body. He nuzzled her hair. “I missed you.”

She kissed his chin, the corner of his mouth, her hands exploring his back and shoulders. “I wake up sometimes, cold and alone. I’ve taken to sleeping with extra pillows.”

“If it’s heat you want, sweetheart, you can have all of mine.”

She kissed him on the lips and he couldn’t hold back his own need any longer. He deepened the kiss, loving her taste, the touch of her tongue, the moans she made as his hands moved, stroked her body, palmed her breasts.

She pulled away to work on her shirt. “I want to feel your hands on me.”

“Excellent idea.” He removed his pants, but left his boxers on.

She got her shirt off, then unhooked her bra and slid it off as well.

He damn near came in his pants again.

He did let one hand cup a breast, his thumb stroking the nipple. “You’re so gorgeous.” He walked her backward, both of his hands on her breasts now, until she hit the bed and sat down on it.

He went to his knees and began kissing her again.

She went for his boxers, pushing them down and off. His cock bounced and curved up toward his navel.

“Wow,” she said, running one finger up the sensitive skin. “I forgot how big you are.”

“We’ll go slow,” he told her.

“I’m not afraid.” She smiled at him, and for that smile, he’d conquer the world. “I’m considering all the pleasure spots you’ll hit when you’re inside me. Multiple orgasms are definitely possible.”

He laughed. “I love that brain of yours. Now turn it off and just feel.”

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