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His eyes shut, wincing. “Oh, Jesus.”

He began to move again, this time for his release. His driving thrusts pushed me a foot up the bed, and then his head arched back, wincing, as he buried himself deep into me. I felt his hot release as his body shuddered into mine.

My entire body shook. All my nerves fired, my heart had a beat, yet I felt wasted. Drugged. Like my bones were melted. We both breathed hard.

I dragged my eyes open to look at his face. He studied me for a long moment. “I should have told you about Harper.”

I shut my eyes as everything rushed back to me.

“Emily.”

Yes, we had just had mind-blowing sex, but that didn’t change the fact that he had been in a very committed and serious relationship before this train wreck of a relationship had derailed his life. And now he was talking about her.

“It changes everything.”

His voice was so low. “It doesn’t have to.”

“I’m scared.”

“Can you trust me on that?”

“I don’t know how.”

I didn’t. I was a mixture of torrid thoughts, wild swinging emotions, and my compass was so far off center I didn’t even know if I was heading up or down.

He lifted himself up and out of me. And then he rolled away from me. I lay there huddled and watched as he sat on the edge of the bed. He rubbed his hands over his face. He gave me a long look over his shoulder and then he stood up, pulled on a pair of sweats and walked out.

I curled up on my side and cried myself to sleep.

CHAPTER 17

Jackson leftme a note that he had gone for a run. I sat up in bed feeling confused and scared. Last night my heart had been blown to smithereens when I had found out about Harper. Now I felt confused about my complicated and secretive husband. I had to keep mentally re-writing who I thought he was. Every time I thought I knew him, something else would be revealed that would bewilder me.

What if he still loved her, but now he was saddled with me?

I flushed as I remembered how he had woken me up. The way our bodies came together. The intensity of it all. Was it always like that? For everyone? I didn't have enough experience to know if that was normal. He was so good at that, and I was so inexperienced.

I dropped my face into my hands.

“Hi,” Jackson said from the doorway of the bedroom. His hair was thoroughly wet from his run. My heart jolted at the sight of him. The man, in all his athletic grace, was the epitome of everything a man should be. Strong, masculine, sexy. Had this man’s face been between my legs?

“Hi,” I crossed and uncrossed my arms.

“What are you thinking?”

I felt heat hit my cheeks. “Nothing.”

His look was speculative. “You sure?”

Heat seared my neck. “Yep.”

“I’m just going to shower and then do you want to go get some groceries? I should probably show you the commissary store.”

Wordlessly, I nodded.

I watched, with a dry mouth, as he stripped off his wet shirt and walked into the bathroom. I fell back on the bed groaning, my hands covering my face. Why was I so awkward?

“Em,” his voice broke through my thoughts.

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